Larceny, Inc.

Jug Martin:
Weepy, I don't like the idea of going into a bank through the front door.

J. Chalmers 'Pressure' Maxwell:
[picking up sample] Crocodile?

Homer Bigelow:
No, alligator.

J. Chalmers 'Pressure' Maxwell:
[tossing away sample] Oh, domestic.

Jug Martin:
The situation calls for strategy.

Jug Martin:
I see the problem, strategy.

Mademoiselle Gloria:
Well I wish you'd drop in and look over my lingerie sometime.

J. Chalmers 'Pressure' Maxwell:
Well, you drop in sometime and look over my trunks.

Jug Martin:
Hey, Pressure, why didn't she ever write me all that time we were in prison?

J. Chalmers 'Pressure' Maxwell:
Well. maybe it's because she knows you can't read.

Jug Martin:
I never thought of that.

Jug Martin:
Pressure?

J. Chalmers 'Pressure' Maxwell:
Yeah?

Jug Martin:
What have we got to lose? If we go in with Leo and get caught, we're back in time for the Elmira game. Hunh?

J. Chalmers 'Pressure' Maxwell:
Ha, you're flannel-brained.

Jug Martin:
All right, I still think he's got somethin' hot.

J. Chalmers 'Pressure' Maxwell:
Yeah, he's got somethin' hot all right! Yeah, a comfortable chair upholstered with wire!

Jug Martin:
Why we'll all be typhoons!

J. Chalmers 'Pressure' Maxwell:
That woman is growin' on me like a boil.

J. Chalmers 'Pressure' Maxwell:
[to the warden on his parole] I'm prepared to meet society, but is society prepared to meet me?

Jug Martin:
Hey, fellas. look! Let's crack that bank on Sixth Avenue, huh?

J. Chalmers 'Pressure' Maxwell:
You say that once again, and I'm gonna crack that skull of yours on Seventh Avenue.

Jug Martin:
[Talking about the bank] Listen, this is a pushover. Leo told us the vault was in the cellar and it's put together with glue!

Weepy Davis:
Hallelujah! I ain't had my hands on a vault in close to a decade!

J. Chalmers 'Pressure' Maxwell:
Oh, cut it, cut it, you goons! None of that Jesse James stuff! This situation calls for strategy.

J. Chalmers 'Pressure' Maxwell:
We need finesse for this job.

Jug Martin:
Who's that?