Thief

Frank:
What?

Frank:
If I wanna meet people, I'll go to a f***in' country club.

Frank:
You're marking time is what you are. You're backing off. You're hiding out. You're waiting for a bus that you hope never comes because you dont wanna get on it anyway because you don't wanna go anywhere. Ok?

Jessie:
Do you have a license for this?

Mrs. Knowles:
I see on your application here - by the way, you misspelled mail, it's M-A-L-E, the other's what we put in post boxes - I see you put under employer: 1959 to 1976, Joliet State Penitentiary.

Frank:
Yes.

Mrs. Knowles:
You worked for the state, I take it?

Frank:
After a fashion.

Mrs. Knowles:
And what did you do at the prison?

Frank:
Desks. I, uh, I spot-welded desks, and then I got promoted to shoes.

Mrs. Knowles:
You were in charge of the shop?

Frank:
Lady, I was a convict, I was doing time.

Mrs. Knowles:
You were what?

Jessie:
Frank, let's go.

Mrs. Knowles:
Umm, you have to understand, we have more applicants than children...

Frank:
Then why do you still have kids here? As a kid I would not be falling all over myself to stay in one of these places. We will relieve you of some of the burden.

Mrs. Knowles:
But the point is, we establish criteria for parenting, and an ex-convict compared to other desirables...

Frank:
Great, so we'll take a kid that's not so desirable. You got a black kid? We'll take a black kid. You got a chink kid?

Mrs. Knowles:
You don't seem to understand...

Frank:
Nobody likes older kids. You got an eight-year old black chink kid, we'll take him.

Jessie:
Frank...

Frank:
Wait.

Frank:
If it's a matter of, uh, y'know, here.

Mrs. Knowles:
What is that?

Frank:
What is that? That is D-flawless, three-point-two karats, emerald cut.

Mrs. Knowles:
This is not a marketplace.

Frank:
Right. Y'know, you're not smart enough to take this anymore than you are to, to, recognize good parents.

Mrs. Knowles:
Get out of my office.

Frank:
You did not ask about us. You didn't ask what kind of people we are. There is a child waiting, and you are denying us him, and him us. Who the hell are you?

Frank:
I come here to discuss a piece of business with you, and whadda you gonna do? You gonna tell me fairy tales?

Attaglia:
Hey, who da f*** are you slick? Somebody knows you? Whadda you, crazy or what?

Frank:
I am the last guy in the world that you wanna f*** with.

Frank:
Your criteria are so far up your ass, they can't see daylight! This is bullshit!

Frank:
I got some A-B-C type information for you, lady. I was state-raised, and this is a dead place. A child in eight-by-four green walls, after awhile you tell the walls 'my life is yours.' What, didja grow up in the suburbs?

Mrs. Knowles:
Yes.

Frank:
Right! Right!

Frank:
Look, in what I do there are sometimes pressures. What the hell do you think that I do? Come on. Come on, every morning I walk in for five months, say hi - what the hell do you think that I do?

Jessie:
You sell little f***ing cars, that's what you do.

Frank:
I wear $150 slacks, I wear silk shirts, I wear $800 suits, I wear a gold watch, I wear a perfect, D-flawless three carat ring. I change cars like other guys change their f***ing shoes. I'm a thief. I've been in prison, all right?

Jessie:
So what, I don't care.

Frank:
So what?

Jessie:
Don't tell me.

Frank:
So what? I never even told my wife that...

Jessie:
I don't care.

Frank:
Who is now gone. Did I ever come on to you?

Jessie:
No.

Frank:
Well you see.

Jessie:
See? See what?

Frank:
See, I - I am a straight arrow. I am a true blue kind of a guy. I've been cool. I am now unmarried. So let's cut the mini-moves and the bullshit, and get on with this big romance.

Jessie:
...What? I don't believe it. Do you think that I've been waiting for you to come along? What is this sh*t.

Frank:
You think I'm kidding, I can tell. This is strictly on the up and up.

Jessie:
Jesus Christ.

Leo:
Plus, I've got a major score for you in Palm Springs in six weeks.

Frank:
He down our merch? Is it gone? Does he carry the cash on him, what?

Barry:
I'm talking to somebody's somebody. I will know in about 25 minutes.

Frank:
Did it ever occur to you, to try to work for a living? Take down your own scores?

Frank:
And that, is the last place that you wanna be. 'Cause no matter what happens, I will never, ever take a pinch from a greasy motherf***er like you.

Frank:
How can I not? Since the police department does not hire too many Puerto Ricans.

Frank:
I'm pleased to meet you ugly wop son of a b*tch.

Frank:
You talking to me or somebody else walk in this room?

Frank:
You are making big profits from my work, my risk, my sweat. But that is okay, because I elected to make that deal. But now, the deal is over. I want my end, and I am out.

Leo:
Why don't you join a labor union?

Frank:
I am wearing it.

Mitch:
Frank, don't.

Attaglia:
Do it slick.

Frank:
My money in 24 hours, or you will wear your ass for a hat.

Frank:
What are you doing in your life that is so terrific?