Thief1981

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.