We're No Angels

Andre Trochard:
Your opinion of me has no cash value.

Albert:
I think he looks like a glass of milk.

Albert:
If crime showed on a man's face, there wouldn't be any mirrors.

Joseph:
We came here to rob them and that's what we're gonna do - beat their heads in, gouge their eyes out, slash their throats. Soon as we wash the dishes.

Albert:
Even the girl herself called us angels.

Joseph:
We're no angels.

Albert:
What if she knows his handwriting?

Joseph:
If you got a beautiful note like this, would you bother comparing signatures?

Albert:
No. It'd have to be signed by a girl, though.

Jules:
That is a very handsome women.

Joseph:
I'm going to buy them their Christmas turkey.

Albert:
"Buy"? Do you really mean "buy"?

Joseph:
Yes, buy! In the Spirit of Christmas. The hard part's going to be stealing the money to pay for it.