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Clips from Smokin' Aces

"We don't have to fill up the whole blackboard after all."
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"Do me a favour, will you?"
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"Will you tell me what that is?"
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"About what?"
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"Look at the collar on that coat. What does that look like? That stain?"
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"I don't know. Cinnamon roll?"
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"(IMITATING ACCENT) Is it cinnamon roll? The cinnamon. The roll of the cinnamon?"
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"That looks like jizz."
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"Yeah."
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"Eastern European jizz."
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"That looks like some fuckhead shot his load on a $12,000 calfskin jacket!"
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"The twist is it's my $12,000 calfskin jacket!"
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"So, you got the semen, okay, you've got the human ejaculate"
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"that's been allowed to soak in for, like, 7 hours! All right?"
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"Work its way into the fabric fucking fibres..."
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"If you like, I send out."
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"To what? Incinerate?"
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"Hugo!"
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"There isn't a fucking laundry detergent or dry cleaning product"
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"known to man that will get that clean."
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"Some shit, suffice it to say, just don't wash out!"
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"- Do you want my apology? - Only if you really, truly mean it."
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"I very sorry."
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"(PHONE RINGING)"
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"- Are you a colossal fucking idiot? - I am, yes."
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"Get the phone. It's probably Mecklen. Get Vitoli up here and start cleaning."
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"All right?"
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"And please, for me, will you do one thing?"
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"Get out of my fucking sight."
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"Yes, sir. Go ahead."
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"(TAPE REWINDING)"
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"We're about three miles from the Nomad now."
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"SERNA ON TAPE: So do this in the next day or so, get to Israel before the Swede can,"
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"- we're in a power position. - All right, we'll be awaiting word."
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"All right, we got time. Want to go grab something to eat?"
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"Yeah. Any word on this Swede?"
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"No, just the mention in that phone call."
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"There's no Swedish hit man on anyone's radar."
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"Maybe he's that good."
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"You know, never been caught. No criminal record. It's possible."
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"Maybe, but that's very unlikely."
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"Jesus, I'll tell you, engineering this kind of play against Sparazza,"
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"going to these lengths that these two guys are going, they're playing some long odds."
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"Coffee? Anything? I don't want to order without..."
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"No, no, we cool."
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"- WAITRESS: Coffee? - No, no, thanks, darling. Lovely."
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"So, I spoke to Loretta this morning."
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"And she told me you, more or less, have a plan of attack."
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"My associate, Mr Serna, I can get him on the phone"
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"and if you could just speak to him and tell him your plan..."
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"- Your plans. What you got in mind? - Pussy."
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"I'm sorry?"
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"Pussy."
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"Pushy?"
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"Pussy."
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"Yeah, Israel likes pussy."
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"And we like"
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"that he likes..."
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"Pussy."
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"Correct."
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"(SIGHS) Well,"
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"enough said."
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"REED: Hi, Jack. Great, good, super. Come on in. Good to see you."
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"- How you doing? Pete. - Hello. Rip Reed. Come in. Good. Good."
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"Great. Come on. What's that in there..."
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"Hello? Great. Come on in. Sorry about that."
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"- Hey, Hollis. - Rip Reed. Hello, Hollis. Come on in."
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"So, Jack, he tells me you guys a couple of ex-cops?"
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"- Yeah, we worked vice, like, 6 years. - Is that right?"
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"- Four. - Four years."
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"- About six years. - Vice."
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"Four, six, five. They didn't teach you how to count, I guess, huh?"
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"But I bet you guys got a bunch of stories, right? I don't."
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"I grew up soft with the private schools and little blazers, you know, and..."
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"Everyone talked things out, you know?"
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"No one ever threw any blows. Still to this day, never punched in the face."
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"Imagine that? I'm pretty much a pantywaist."
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"I don't say this to be self-deprecating. I just, you know,"
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"don't have much of an opinion of myself. I'd much rather be like you guys."
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"You know, bar fighters and big, swinging dicks, taking care of shit."
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"You know, sadly, this is it. You know, it's disgusting. Thanks, God!"
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"Dog-pile of piss-poor physique on top of a small cock and hereditary alcoholism."
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"I appreciate it!"
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"I'm babbling. I do that drunk. Please forgive."
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"Let's get to the business at hand."
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"This wanted felon here, Buddy Israel, little Rick Springfield, I guess."
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"And his bail-bond bobbing around up there out at the lake."
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"Rip, hand to God, you got nothing to worry about with this."
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"- Yeah? - Okay? I've assembled a team now."
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"We're gonna go in, we're gonna get this guy,"
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"and everyone is gonna leave the theatre grinning."
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"No problem. Will not be a problem. No problem."
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"Great, that's good. You're feeling it, you're feeling it. Come on."
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"Outstanding! Get it up there!"
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"Come on. Come on, man. And bones it."
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"Huh? Right there, and then padlock it and then you put the chain on it."
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"That's a new one I'm working on."
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"- Really getting the hairy eyeball off that guy. - No, no. No, no."
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"- He's all right? - He's all right. Tell him."
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"This is good, though, what you're telling me. All right? I need to hear this stuff."
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"Little boosts."
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"Helps allay my fears. I pass that peace of mind along to my partners."
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"All right. Look up. Hey, man. That's not yours."
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"Put the fucking rabbit down."
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"Appreciate it. Get your dick-beaters off it."
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"Couple of things. The hangers-on, his posse, you know,"
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"they're all strapped or packing heat, whatever the phrase is."
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"- I don't know what you guys call it. - Strapped."
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"Strapped? Well, so, they got guns."
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"What else? He drinks, you know. Self-medicates. Total cliché."
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"This guy. He's a strung-out, washed-up, has-been, jerk, snitch,"
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"fucking drunk, seven-layer loser."
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"Right. Now I'm praying he puts up a fight!"
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"Please! Please, please, rape him if it's possible!"
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"Punch him in the seat or something, you know? Hit him in the brown."
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"I don't know. Anyway, I believe we had a retainer for services rendered."
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"$50,000."
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"ISRAEL: $50,000 for this fucking suite?"
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"- Yo, calm down. - Don't tell me to fucking calm down!"
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"- That's all they're gonna give us. - Look at the attention we gettin', man."
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