How to Steal a Million

Simon Dermott:
Yes, that's fine. That does it.

Nicole Bonnet:
Does what?

Simon Dermott:
Well, for one thing, it gives Givenchy a night off.

Charles Bonnet:
American millionaires must be all quite mad. Perhaps it's something they put in the ink when they print the money.

Simon Dermott:
There's the bathroom, take off your clothes.

Nicole Bonnet:
Are we planning the same sort of crime?

Nicole Bonnet:
Well, it was pitch dark and there he was. Tall, blue eyes, slim, quite good-looking... in a brutal, mean way, Papa. A terrible man!

Charles Bonnet:
This tall, good-looking ruffian with blue eyes, he didn't, er, molest you in any way, did he?

Charles Bonnet:
Well, did he?

Nicole Bonnet:
Not much.

Nicole Bonnet:
I keep telling you, when you sell a fake masterpiece, that is a crime!

Charles Bonnet:
But I don't sell them to poor people, only to millionaires.

Charles Bonnet:
Don't you know that in his lifetime Van Gogh only sold one painting? While I, in loving memory of his tragic genius, have already sold two.

Nicole Bonnet:
I feel like I'm going to faint!

Simon Dermott:
Don't, there's no room.

Nicole Bonnet:
I can't drive a stolen car!

Simon Dermott:
Same principle, four gears forward, one reverse.

Nicole Bonnet:
For a burglar you're not very brave, are you?

Simon Dermott:
I'm a society burglar. I don't expect people to rush about shooting me!

Nicole Bonnet:
I didn't want to keep you waiting, so I got engaged to him. Is it alright? Am I on time?

Simon Dermott:
Perfectly. In fact, we have ten more minutes, so if you want to go back and marry him?

Charles Bonnet:
I doubt very much if Van Gogh himself would have gone through so much trouble.

Nicole Bonnet:
He didn't have to. He was Van Gogh!

Nicole Bonnet:
Is this how you normally work, by the mile?

Simon Dermott:
I'm thinking. Look at my forehead: all wrinkled!

Nicole Bonnet:
Don't be such a baby, it's only a flesh wound!

Simon Dermott:
Happens to be my flesh.