Out of Sight1998

Jack Foley:
There's something I want you to know. I wasn't just looking for a f***, if that's what you're thinking.

Karen Sisco:
Or, I was...

Jack Foley:
Why are you mad?

Karen Sisco:
I was looking for some kinky thrill...you know, score with the bank robber. The way some women go for rough trade...

Jack Foley:
All right. Now I can say that I f***ed a U.S. Marshal. Do you think I will?

Karen Sisco:
I don't know.

Jack Foley:
Mm-hmm. Come here. I know a guy...walks into a bank with a bottle, tells everybody it's nitroglycerin. He scores some cash off of the teller. On his way out, he drops the bottle. It cracks on the floor. He slips in it. He smacks up his head. They get him. The nitroglycerin was canola oil. I know more f***ed-up bank robbers than ones that know what they're doing. I doubt one in ten could tell you where the dye pack is. Most bank robbers are f***ing morons. For you to go to bed with one for kinky thrills, like you were saying, makes you as dumb as they are. Now, you are not dumb. Why would you think that? Why would you think that I would think that?

Karen Sisco:
You're not dumb.

Jack Foley:
Well, I don't know about that. I mean, you can't do three falls and think you have much of a brain.