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Michael: What's your name? Waingro: Waingro. [Michael opens the door and lets Waingro in. He climbs up into the passenger's seat] You're Michael, huh? You guys always work together? Michael: All the time. Waingro: Real tight crew, huh? Michael: Real tight. Waingro: Yeah if this works, I'd consider going again, you know. Michael: Yeah, stop talking, okay, slick?

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The guy was making a move.

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Uniformed Officer: You taking this one, Lieutenant? Or does it stay in Division? Vincent: Does this look like gangbangers working the local 7-Eleven to you? Robbery-Homicide's taking it. Uniformed Officer: It's all yours. Det. Bosko: We've got three motorists. All they saw were men with masks, they were distant. Console TV Man over there, however, he was closer. [gestures to the homeless man, who is being interviewed by another detective] Vincent: Did he ID anybody? Det. Bosko: Well he was hiding. He heard it mostly. [Hanna starts towards the bodies of the three guards] Vincent: OK, what about them? Det. Bosko: Right, now according to the TV Man, this guy started mouthing off. Vincent: Smart. Det. Bosko: Yeah. Now this guy - I figure this guy went for that holdout piece, ankle holster, right from here. Bang. Bang. Bang-bang-bang, to this side. This guy here has got what appears to be a double-tap entry wound to the sternum. Tattooing around a head-wound, scorched bone, close range, pro

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Justine: Are you all right? What happened? Where've you been? Vincent: Work. Lauren's dad show up? Justine: Didn't call, didn't show. We waited for you until 10:30. Vincent: Does this guy have any idea of what's going on with this kid? Justine: [shakes her head] I don't know. Vincent: What, is she okay? Justine: She's been in her room all day, so no, she's not okay. Neither am I. Uh, I made dinner for us four hours ago. Um, by the time I tried to maintain a consistent mood between us, she'd withdraw. Vincent: I've got three dead bodies on a sidewalk off Venice Boulevard, Justine! I'm sorry if the goddamn...chicken...got overcooked.

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Neil: L.A.P.D. Gee, what, where the fuck did this heat come from? Chris: Maybe it's the score they were onto, the place, not us. 'Cause it's been hit a couple of times, you know, or something? Neil: Assume they got our phones, assume they got our houses, assume they got us, right here, right now as we sit, everything. Assume it all.

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Alan Marciano: Can I help you? Vincent: Are you Alan Marciano? Alan Marciano: Yeah. And who the fuck are you? Vincent: Lieutenant Vincent Hanna, LAPD. Alan Marciano: LA? This is Las Vegas! You don't have jurisdiction here! Vincent: Las Vegas PD takes you into custody. You are extradited to Newark on a New Jersey warrant for smuggling cigarettes up from North Carolina three years ago, or you go to work for us. Cut and dried. That...is...it.

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Alan Marciano: [somewhat to himself] Why'd I get mixed up with that bitch? Vincent: [yelling] Cause she's got a great ass!! And you got your head all the way up it! Alan Marciano: Jesus. Vincent: When I think of asses, a woman's ass, something comes out of me. Alan Marciano: So? Vincent: So, no big thing. All I want is her husband, and his whole fucking crew. Now you're gonna work with Sgt. Drucker here.

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Vincent: [over the radio] OK, let 'em go. Police Captain: What do you mean? We can take 'em... Vincent: On what? What are you gonna take 'em on? Breaking and entering? They didn't steal anything yet. Don't you get it? It gets knocked back to some chicken shit misdemeanour, they do six months and they're out. No fuckin' way. Police Captain: I'm not taking the heat from my boss just 'cause you let 'em go. They're not walking. Vincent: That's exactly what they're gonna do. They're gonna walk. This is my operation. I have tactical command that supersedes your rank! They will walk away and you will let them! [slams his radio down] Fuck!

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Neil: Roger Van Zant? Roger Van Zant: Yeah, who's this? Neil: You know what this is? Roger Van Zant: Yes I do, yes I do. I sent a guy to deliver the package. He didn't call. Is everything all right? Neil: Tell you what: forget the money. Roger Van Zant: What? Neil: Forget, the money. Roger Van Zant: Well, it's--it's a lot of money. Wha--What are you doing? Whaddaya mean, "forget the money"? Neil: What am I doing? I'm talking to an empty telephone. Roger Van Zant: I don't understand. Neil: Because there is a dead man on the other end of this fuckin' line. [hangs up]

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Justine: I guess the earth shattered? Vincent: So why didn't you let Bosko take you home? Justine: I didn't wanna ruin their night too. What was it? Vincent: You don't wanna know. Justine: I'd like to know what's behind that grim look on your face. Vincent: I don't do that. You know it. Let's go, come on. Justine: You never told me I'd be excluded. Vincent: I told you when we hooked up, baby, that you were gonna have to share me with all the bad people and all the ugly events on this planet. Justine: And I bought into that sharing. Because I love you. I love you fat, bald, money, no money, driving a bus - I don't care. But you have got to be present like a normal guy, some of the time. That's sharing. This is not sharing, this is left overs! Vincent: Oh, I see, what I should do is, er, come home and say, "Hi honey! Guess what? I walked into this house today, where this junkie asshole just fried his baby in a microwave, because it was crying too loud. So let me share that with you. Come

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Justine: In a way, you're a party to this. Vincent: Oh yeah, I made Ralph fuck you because it makes me feel good!

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Vincent: How you doing? What do you say I buy you a cup of coffee? Neil: Yeah, sure. Let's go.

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Vincent: Seven years in Folsom. In the hole for three. McNeil before that. McNeil as tough as they say? Neil: You lookin' to become a penologist? Vincent: You lookin' to go back? You know, I chased down some crews; guys just lookin' to fuck up, get busted back. That you? Neil: You must've worked some dipshit crews. Vincent: I worked all kinds. Neil: You see me doin' thrill-seeking liquor store holdups with a "Born to Lose" tattoo on my chest? Vincent: No, I do not. Neil: Right. I am never goin' back. Vincent: Then don't take down scores. Neil: I do what I do best. I take scores. You do what you do best trying to stop guys like me. [shrugs] Vincent: You never wanted a regular-type life? Neil: The fuck is that? Barbecues and ballgames? Vincent: Yeah. Neil: This "regular-type life", that your life? Vincent: My life? No, my life... No, my life's a disaster zone. I got a stepdaughter so fucked up, because her real father's this large-type asshole. I got a wife, we're passing each other on t

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Det.-Sgt. Casals: They dumped us. Vincent: What? Det. Bosko: They dumped us. Vincent: Whaddaya mean, "they dumped us"? Sgt. Drucker: Chris slipped his tail. He doesn't talk about their scores with Charlene, so there's nothing for me to get from Marciano, I tried. Vincent: What about Cheritto? Det.-Sgt. Casals: Same. Transponders got put on a bus to San Clemente. Vincent: They dumped all our surveillance?! Det.-Sgt. Casals: Yeah, at the same time: 9:00 PM. Vincent: I had coffee with McCauley HALF AN HOUR AGO! Det.-Sgt. Casals: We were on you! Then McCauley drives into LAX where surveillance can't fly over because of flight paths. His car's still there; he's gone. Vincent: Does anybody have any idea where the fuck these people are?

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Albert Torena: Where's your empathy, brother? It's a substance abuse problem. Vincent: Empathy was yesterday. Today, you're wasting my motherfucking time.

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Vincent: I got an idea what they're looking at.... You know what they're looking at?... I mean — is this guy something, or is he something?... This crew is good!... You wanna know what they're looking at? Dr. Bob: What? Vincent: Us.... The L-A-P-D.... Po-lice Department.... We just got made...

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Neil: Split's in the car. Took it out of ours, evenly. To make up for his full end. Because I want to pay off and get rid of this motherfucker right now. Michael: HOLD IT!

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Neil: Told you I'm never going back. Vincent: Yeah.