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A gang of ex-cons rob a casino during Elvis convention week.
Michael Zane: I've got good news and bad news. Jesse Waingrow: What's the good news? Michael Zane: Your mom's in the trunk. Jesse Waingrow: What's the bad news? Michael Zane: She's still alive.
Michael Zane: It's time to go to work, baby.
Murphy: Fucking cowboy.
Murphy: What's his problem? Lady: He's deaf... [Murphy smiles and chuckles] Murphy: You're not, so get his head on the fucking ground.
Cybil Waingrow: Or what, you'll kill me?
Federal Marshal Quigley: Either quit smoking or get a new lighter.
Gus: What's great about dating homeless girls? Murphy: What? Gus: You can drop them off anywhere.
Jack: Meet Hamilton. Murphy: I said get a couple of guys, Jack. A couple of guys. Jack: He is a couple of guys.
[after Hanson was held at gunpoint] Hanson: You make me laugh, you know that? I can't imagine what goes through that sick fuckin' mind of yours. Sometimes I actually think you believe you're the King himself. You know that? And what is it with those sideburns anyway? I glued mine on for the job. For you, it's an actual lifestyle choice. It's fucking sad, man. Murphy: Nevertheless, I do know the golden rule. Hanson: And what's that, sweetheart? Murphy: Fuck the gold. [Murphy shoots Hanson in the leg] Murphy: He who has the nickel plating makes the rules.
Damitry: Alright, Murphy, if you're not coming out, then we're coming in after you. Murphy: You don't want any of me!
Murphy: You recognize me now? I recognize you.
Cybil Waingrow: This looks Beautiful. Murphy: It's one of my favorite pieces. Cybil Waingrow: Yeah. Where's it from? Murphy: [whispers] Out my ass. Cybil Waingrow: Excuse me. Murphy: It's an African piece. Cybil Waingrow: Looks Egyptian to me
Peterson: Are you gonna kill me? Murphy: Not 'til you get the safe open. [Murphy smiles] Murphy: Now that's a joke. Open the safe.
Murphy: You know the golden rule: fuck the gold. He who has a nickel-plated makes the rules.
Murphy: Ever been to Reno? Get your bubble gum.
Murphy: You want karma, asshole?
Murphy: Pork chop, Pork chop. Greasy, Greasy. We beat your team, fuckin easy easy. WHOOO Go Wombats!
Jesse Waingrow: I thought you died. Michael Zane: I did.
Cybil Waingrow: I didn't leave Jesse with a stranger. I left him with you.
Michael Zane: Guys like me die caught. Guys like you die bloody.
Michael Zane: Finish your fries. Jesse Waingrow: You can't tell me what to do. You're not my dad. Michael Zane: Didn't anybody ever tell you about starving kids in Africa? Jesse Waingrow: Why? Are you gonna send them my fries?
Cybil Waingrow: Uh, you're making that cigarette look really good. Michael Zane: You're making that dress look good! [quick cut to bedroom scene and the two having wild sex]