Ocean's Eleven2001

Tess:
You're 30 seconds late. I was about to send out a search... [Looks shocked to see Danny]

Danny:
Hello Tess.

Tess:
What are you doing here?

Danny:
I'm out.

Tess:
You’re out?

Danny:
Of prison. You remember the day that I went for cigarettes and didn't come back; you must've noticed.

Tess:
I don't smoke. Don't sit.

Danny:
Now, they tell me I paid my debt to society.

Tess:
Funny, I never got a check.

Danny:
You're not wearing your ring.

Tess:
I sold it. I don't have a husband or didn't you get the papers?

Danny:
My last day inside.

Tess:
I told you I'd write...Danny, go now before--

Danny:
What? Benedict? [Waiter walks up to table] How you doing? Whiskey and a whiskey

Tess:
Danny.

Danny:
Tess you're doing a great job curating the museum. The Vermeer is quite good. Simple. Vibrant. Although his work definitely fell off as he got older

Tess:
Remind you of anyone?

Danny:
And I always confuse Monet and Manet, now which one married his mistress?

Tess:
Monet.

Danny:
Right, and then Manet had syphilis.

Tess:
They also painted occasionally.

Danny:
[Smiles at Tess] Alright, I'll make this quick. I came here for you. I want to get on with my life. I want you with me.

Tess:
You're a thief and a liar.

Danny:
I only lied about being a thief. I don't do that anymore.

Tess:
Steal.

Danny:
Lie.

Tess:
I'm with someone who doesn't have to make that kind of distinction.

Danny:
No, he's very clear on both.

Tess:
You know what your problem is?

Danny:
I only have one?

Tess:
You've met too many people like you...I'm with Terry now.

Danny:
Does he make you laugh?

Tess:
He doesn't make me cry.