Reuben: You guys are pros. The best. I'm sure you can make it out of the casino. Of course lest we forget, once you're out the front door, you're still in the middle of the fucking desert!
Terry: All right you proved your point. You broke into my vault. Congratulations, you're a dead man.
Danny: Ten oughta do it, don't you think? You think we need one more? You think we need one more. All right, we'll get one more.
Rusty: The Bellagio and the Mirage. These are Terry Benedict's places.
Danny: There's a ninety-five pound Chinese man with 160 million dollars behind this door.
Reuben: Second most successful robbery. The Flamingo in '71. This guy actually tasted fresh oxygen before they grabbed him. Of course, he was breathing out of a hose for the next three weeks. God damn hippy!
Frank: You know, I've tried all sorts of moisturizers. I even went fragrance free for a whole year. Now my sister, she uses some kind of uh, ummm aloe vera with a little sunscreen in it, and ideally, we should all wear gloves when going to bed, but I found out that that creates a kind of an interference with my, social agenda, you know what I mean.
Danny: Cause the house always wins. Play long enough, you never change the stakes. The house takes you. Unless. When that perfect hand comes along, you bet big, then you take the house.
Livingston: The moment you set foot on that casino floor they'll be watching you like hawks. Hawks with video cameras.
Saul: I have a question... say we get into the cage, and through the security doors there and down the elevator we can't move, and passed the guards with the guns, and into the vault we can't open. Then what?
Rusty: Tess. Terry Benedict. Tell me this is not about screwing the guy who's screwing your wife.
Basher: It will be nice working with proper villains again!
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