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Three thieves successfully rob a New York City bank, but making the escape from the city proves to be almost impossible.
Bank Guard: What the Hell kind of clown are you? Grimm: The crying on the inside kind, I guess.
Grimm: When you say "near" the airport... Bus Driver: .48 miles. Grimm: Alright. When do we get there? Bus Driver: 22:30 hours. Grimm: When is that? In human time. Bus Driver: 10:30. Grimm: 10:30. Say you had to walk it... Bus Driver: With that injured individual? Grimm: Yes. Bus Driver: I can't give you a precise figure on that. Grimm: Come on! Make a guess. Bus Driver: 21 minutes.
Loomis: Is that our plane? Phyllis: No, if it were our plane, it would be crashing.
Street Barker: Nude women! Nude women [Grimm dressed as a clown walks by] Street Barker: Clowns Welcome! Clowns welcome!
Grimm: [sobbing] The man is an animal! Ripping out phones, urinating on desks... you see what he did to Ms. Cochran's shirt? There's a scratch here, I mean, it's not deep, but... it's there. Phyllis: It's okay. Chief Rotzinger: Did he hurt anybody else? Is the strain beginning to show on him? Grimm: "If I could sleep ten days and nights in a rice paddy, I could certainly last in this lousy bank." This is what the animal said to us! He says to Ms. Cochran here: [makes humping motions at Phyllis] Grimm: "Baby! Up your butt with a coconut!" I think he was prepared to do it! Except I saw no coconut. He, uh, he had no coconut to my knowledge.
Chief Rotzinger: What's your name pal, what should I call ya? Grimm: Well, I've always liked the name chip. Would you call me chip? Chief Rotzinger: Alright. What was that shooting just now, Chip? Grimm: Oh wait! Call me skip. Chief Rotzinger: Okay, Skip, what was that shooting? Grimm: The cameras, I was shooting the cameras. They were looking at me. Quit looking at me! Grimm: [shoots the camera]
Loomis: I saw a sign! Phyllis!
Loomis: Please God! We need a cab! One lousy fuckin' cab!
Grimm: Thank you Roy. God! Alright, Roy's going to get us the duggle bag, a wheelchair and some skis out of lost luggage to cover your limp. Loomis: Did you give him a couple of bucks? Grimm: Yeah, try $1200. Scary but Roy's sixth sense told him we were in some kind of jam... Loomis: ESP exists, Grimm. They've proved it. Grimm: Yeah, you picking up anything from me right now, pal?
[shouting for a cab] Loomis: Ten thousand dollars for a taxi! Phyllis: And a blow job!
Grimm: If I can sleep ten days and nights in a rice patty, I can certainly last in this lousy bank!
Loomis: You aren't going to hit me again are you? Grimm: I haven't hit anybody since I was nine. Loomis: Yeah, but it was me you hit!
Grimm: [frustrated, to bus driver] You better get some help! You're becoming Ralph Kramden's evil twin!
Chief Rotzinger: At least give me the women. Grimm: Get your own women!
Phyllis: To the God-damned AIRPORT! Loomis: Whatta got? Shit in your ears?
Grimm: I booked the eleven o'clock to Martinique. Phyllis: Martinique? Loomis: Martinique? But I don't know anything about Martinique. Grimm: What did you know about Fiji? Loomis: Well... nothing.
Phyllis: Honey, babe? You've got a gun - shoot them. Grimm: I want to, but they're fur-bearing. I'd need some kind of permit, wouldn't I? [to construction workers, sarcastically] Grimm: You know, I want to thank you guys, you could've given us help, but you've given us so much more. Street Sign Worker: [cheerfully] Hey, that's what we're here for, right?
Loomis: Now, we're going to find a familiar street soon. Phyllis: I'd settle for a familiar borough.
Phyllis: A real man? Who has to use a gun and hold people prisoner? You're not a man. You're a coward. Hostage: She does not speak for the rest of us Mr. Clown. We think that you are quite brave and manly. Phyllis: You big PUSSY! You're all a bunch of PUSSIES!
[getting on a bus] Phyllis: What's that smell? Grimm: Used wine.
Hugh: [to other hostages] Can it, here comes Clarabelle.
Phyllis: You can go ahead and shoot us now!
Phyllis: Great! We'll have to sail a raft to Fiji like Thor Heyerdahl!
[Hispanic woman is shouting on a street corner] Grimm: There must be alot of competition for that corner. Phyllis: It's a good thing she's not too symbolic or anything. Loomis: what does that mean anyway? Flores por el muerte? Grimm: I sure couldn't tell ya'. Phyllis: Aw, you know Grimm, it means flowers for the dead. [shoots her an angry glare] Loomis: Oh! We're all gonna die! We're a-a-a-ll gonna d-i-i-e!
Loomis: It was an accident, Phyllis. Phyllis: Oh, you know? So was Chernobyl. Grimm: True, but Loomis didn't irradiate anybody.
Cab Driver: Wheddehettu?
[Loomis is driving the car backwards] Phyllis: [sarcastically] Oh, we're REALLY making good time now.
Grimm: I'm sure no harm will come to me once I'm inside the bank all by myself.
Loomis: It's bad luck just SEEING a thing like that!
Bank Guard: I said "we're closed," Bozo. Grimm: [dressed as a clown] : I wouldn't. And that's Mr. Bozo, okay?
[From a shadowy alley] Flower Lady: Flores! Flores para los muertes! Flores! Para los muertes! Los muertes! Los muertes! Los muertes!
[after Loomis is injured jumping from a moving cab] Loomis: Are you gonna hit me now? Grimm: No, but if your leg is broken, we'll have to destroy you.
[boarding a plane at JFK] Flight Attendant: Do you think you're late enough? Grimm: Oh, you must be from around here.
Grimm: Button it up, pal. Nobody likes a whiner!
[Johnny holds a gun to Grimm's back] Johnny: This ain't my dick in your back! Grimm: That's a relief.
Chief Rotzinger: All we've got going for us is the city. Our only hope is they're mired down in the same shit that you and I have to wade through every day.
Phyllis: [comforting Loomis] Nothing's your fault... [hits Loomis] Phyllis: ... except you honked the fucking horn.
Bus Driver: Please hold on to your transfer, you need a transfer to re-board. Please hold on to your transfer, you need a transfer to re-board. Please hold on to your transfer, you need a transfer to re-board...
[last lines] Chief Rotzinger: [getting into car] Hey, we gotta commend this Skipowski... I mean, Chipowski. [Rotzinger pops out of car and looks in total disbelief at the plane taking off]
Chief Rotzinger: Listen, I've had just about enough of your comedy, clown. We're coming in through the plate glass. Grimm: Alright, I gotta hang-up now, because I gotta go kill everybody.
Grimm: I was in 'Nam with a jerk like you. Policeman: Oh boy.
Grimm: Oh sir! You forgot your map! And our millions of dollars!