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The Bank Job (2008) More at IMDb Pro »

Dave Shilling: Be lucky!

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[first lines]
Eddie Burton: [while drilling a mileage meter back] Another Terry Leather low mileage here.

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Terry Leather: So, you're getting married tomorrow Ingrid?
Ingrid Burton: I hope so.
Terry Leather: Go on, get off home, go make yourself more beautiful than you already are... if that's possible.

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Michael X: You know, I always wanted to meet a white man by the name of Brown. You know what this is?
[Michael X puts a collar around Brown's neck]
Michael X: It's a slave collar, and the white man made my mothers and fathers wear this to bend them to his will. Can I bend you to my will, Mr. Brown?

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Tim Everett: [after being debriefed about Michael X] Well, it's all straight-forward enough. I'll send a team into this bank and take whatever he's got in his safety deposit box.
Miles Urquhart: That will have to be sanctioned at the highest level, and that's not going to happen.
Tim Everett: Ah.
Miles Urquhart: Do you see our problem? There can be no connection to 5 or 6.
Tim Everett: So you want me to come up with something that avoids any accountability for anyone?
Miles Urquhart: We'd welcome suggestions, Tim.
Tim Everett: And if it all goes pear-shaped? I assume it's my ass on the line.
Miles Urquhart: You're young and ambitious, Tim. A chance to make a name for yourself.

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Martine Love: I know you, Terry. And I know your mates. You've always been looking for the big score. The one that makes sense of everything. I have it for you.
Terry Leather: What?
Martine Love: A bank.
Terry Leather: A bank, as in rob? How would you know about a bank?
Martine Love: I've been seeing this guy, runs his own business - security systems. Next month they're installing new alarms in a bank in Marylebone. Seems like the trains have been setting off the tremble alarms in the vault, and so they've had to turn them off. So for a week or so, they won't have any.
Terry Leather: Now why would he tell you all this?
Martine Love: We were having a laugh about it. Imagine if half the villains in London knew about this, he said. And I thought, I know half the villains in London. I grew up with some of them.

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Kevin Swain: We're not bank robbers.
Terry Leather: Maybe that's why we could get away with it.
Dave Shilling: It's a bit daunting, isn't it?
Terry Leather: You know what scares me more? Living and dying with nothing to show for it. You know how old Mozart was when he composed his first minuet?
Dave Shilling: No.
Terry Leather: Five. Five! A fucking minuet!
Kevin Swain: And how would you know that fact, Terry?
Terry Leather: Because it's tattooed on that stripper's ass, Kevin. What the fuck's it matter how I know? It's a fact and you're missing the point, Kev. What I'm trying to say is, we stop fucking about and stop picking the shit from under our fingernails.

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Gale Benson: Hakim, tell us more about your book.
Hakim Jamal: It's about being born black in America. Can any of you imagine what it's like to be a black man in this world? Can any of you white women imagine what it would be like to bring a black baby into this world?

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Kevin Swain: So what are these films you're in?
Dave Shilling: Ah, forget about it.
Kevin Swain: Go on.
Dave Shilling: Technically, it's what you call pornography.

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Young Soldier: [while being fitted for a jacket] A bit tight under the arms, don't you think?
Guy Singer: Traditional fit, sir. One can't raise one's hands above one's head. It tends to inhibit any impulsive acts of surrender.

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Wendy Leather: So, come on then, what don't I know? Romantic dinner on Monday night?
Terry Leather: Look honey, I'm going to be working some strange hours over the next week or two, so don't ask me what I'm doing because I don't want to lie to you.

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Lew Vogel: I think drugs are responsible for the moral decay of this country's young. Smut, smut, and more smut - that's my special area of interest.

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Terry Leather: This is The Major. Major Guy Singer. Final member of our team.
Bambas: I don't know this man. Who are you?
Guy Singer: None of your business.
Terry Leather: No secrets around here. Major's a con artist, usually elderly widows.
Guy Singer: There's no need to bring that up.

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Miles Urquhart: They know what they're doing, these people, don't they?
Tim Everett: Oh, absolutely. Professional criminals.
Philip Lisle: What's the worst case scenario?
Tim Everett: They get caught and go to jail. No possible connection to us.
Miles Urquhart: What about this model your screwing? What promises have you made to keep her in line?
Tim Everett: None that can't be broken. Look, she's our only tie to the bank operation. If things do go belly up, it'll only take one cut to sever the knot.

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Chicken Inn Cook: [as the Chicken Inn shakes from the construction next door] Bloody hell! What's going on?

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Terry Leather: Radio's in the bag. Binoc's as well. There's a bed set at the top floor of this building. Pay for the week. The ladder will get you to the roof. You're in from Liverpool, looking for work.
Eddie Burton: I don't have a Liverpool accent.
Terry Leather: Then don't talk to anyone, Eddie.

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Eddie Burton: [over radio] All clear on the western front, Guy.
Dave Shilling: [grabbing the radio from Guy] No names, Eddie.
Eddie Burton: [over radio] Sorry, Dave.

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Dave Shilling: What's down there?
Terry Leather: It's a pile of skeletons.
Dave Shilling: You're joking. Let's hope that's not the last gang who tried to take this bank.
[robbers laugh]

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[before cutting through the floor]
Kevin Swain: If we hit the Chicken Inn, we'll be knee-deep in fried chicken.
Bambas: I'll be happy if we don't hit the sewage.

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Terry Leather: [on radio] We can smell the money, over.
Eddie Burton: [on radio] Look, money may be your god but it ain't mine, alright? I want a warm bath and a cup of tea, over.

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Terry Leather: Why'd you pick Kev and me? You could've found better thieves.
Martine Love: Old times sake.

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Kevin Swain: Alright, let's make some money!

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Dave Shilling: [reading an old pair of underwear] Never washed after our magic moment - Snookie.

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Kevin Swain: [to Martine and Terry] Okay, what's going on? You two have been staring daggers at each other since we left the bank. What is it, lover's tiff?

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Terry Leather: These people aren't regular cozzers, Martine. They're above that. They do things coppers can't. They think we've seen these photos, and we're expendable as dog shit.

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Sonia Bern: [to police officer] The whole point of having a safety deposit box is so that people like you don't know what's in it!

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Lew Vogel: I'm afraid I have some potentially bad new for you, Michael. Your safety deposit box at the Baker's Street bank - what's its number?
Michael X: Why do you ask?
Lew Vogel: Well, we had some weekender thieves break into the vault and robbed it. So if your box is in the one hundred to four hundred numbers, I'm afraid all your stuff will be gone. Mine too, unhappily.
Michael X: What? How can this happen in London?
Lew Vogel: I promise you it has happened, and I promise you these thieves will be found and dealt with. You can rely on it. I'll keep you informed.

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Tim Everett: You have no idea of the danger you and your chums are in, do you?
Terry Leather: Is that right? And why would that be?
Tim Everett: You've opened Pandora’s box you dumb prick. That's why.
Terry Leather: I know what's at stake, and I know how expendable we are. So I'm changing the deal.
Tim Everett: Is that right?
Terry Leather: Yeah. You get all your nasty pictures, but here's the twist - we get indemnity, fresh passports, safe passage out of the country for the whole team. And an official signed document guaranteeing that we won't be prosecuted and we won't be pursued.
Tim Everett: You can't be serious.
Terry Leather: You can bet your bollocks I'm serious. And we want it signed, sealed, and delivered by a public figure of substantial authority.
Tim Everett: How about the prime minister?
Terry Leather: Yeah, he'll do, if you can drag him off his yacht. You mess with us Tim...
[shows Tim pictures]
Terry Leather: ...we can trick feed pictures like these to the press. We've got a stack of them.

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Miles Urquhart: Might it not be prudent to get the committee to consider issuing a D-notice, to protect everyone potentially embarrassed by this criminal activity?
Philip Lisle: Which we instigated?

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Lew Vogel: I've got a kidney stone, which can't seem to pass without painkillers.
Dave Shilling: [bloodied] I could use a couple of those meself.

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Dave Shilling: I don't know anything about a bank robbery. Honest.
Lew Vogel: Still an unconvincing actor, Mr. Shilling.

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Catherine Leather: Mummy! Daddy's on the radio!

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Wendy Leather: [to Terry] We heard you on the radio. You're famous, you know?

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Lew Vogel: Don't take me for a fool, Michael. You instigated this calamity by storing your blackmail materials in this bank.
Michael X: Which you recommended! I will not be lectured by the porn king of Soho. Get my pictures back, or you will never see a black man on the streets of London without wondering if he's been sent to kill you!

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Sonia Bern: You don't understand. My box, and those of my friends, may have been rifled. Surely you can pull some strings. You're a minister of the government for god's sake!
Lord Drysdale: Sonia, I really don't think I'm able to help here.
Sonia Bern: Perhaps you don't fully comprehend. I have photographs, compromising photographs, live film of you, Miles Urquhart, all my regulars - in this safety deposit box. You all know each other if that's any consolation.
Lord Drysdale: You've got photographs of me? You conniving cunt!

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Wendy Leather: The papers said there was a woman involved. Martine, was it? Was she involved?
Terry Leather: Yeah, she brought us the job in the first place.
Wendy Leather: Oh, and did you sleep with her Terry?

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Terry Leather: There's another problem. This robbery's pissed off some local villains.
Tim Everett: The guts come with the glory, eh?
Terry Leather: One of our mates has been killed.
Tim Everett: Hardly surprising considering the roster of reprobates that are the safety deposit box customers. Listen Terry, our commitment is for the recovery of the royal portraits only. The proceeds and the piss-offs are both yours to deal with.

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Terry Leather: [to Martine, who's looking through newspapers] What, we don't make a mention? Strike you as strange?
Martine Love: It's kind of scary, actually. If that news could disappear, so could we.

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Philip Lisle: Your documentations and guarantees. If I were you, I'd keep them in a very safe place.
Terry Leather: Yeah, well it very well won't be a safety deposit box.

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Kevin Swain: [after being released] How the hell did that happen?
Terry Leather: Fucked if I know. Just keep walking.

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[last lines]
Terry Leather: [after capturing a fish] Fish fingers tonight, eh?

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