I just stole fifty cars in one night! I'm a little tired, little WIRED. And I think I deserve a little appreciation!

It's okay, Eleanor. It can be fixed.

Kip: Why are people shooting at us?
Memphis: 'Cause I blew up their car!

Johnnie B.: Raines! Memphis Raines!
Memphis: Do I know you?
Johnnie B.: Well, you should know me, considering all the business you screwed up for me in the past, baby.
Memphis: Johnnie B.
Johnnie B.: That's me.
Memphis: What can I do for you?
Johnnie B.: Well, I'll tell you what you can do for me. Get out of Long Beach, tonight.

Donny: How did you get this car?
Freb: Actually, the keys were in it.
Donny: Well, that kinda defies the point.
Memphis: You stole a car that wasn't on the list. Why don't you just go to the police station in a red clown suit and let everybody know what we're doing here?

Memphis: Shut it off!
Raymond Calitri: You got 30 seconds to consider your options. One, you kill me, they kill you, your brother dies anyway.
Memphis: Shut it off!
Raymond Calitri: Two, you lie, you accept the job, you run, I hunt you down, I kill you, I kill your brother, and I kill your mother for the aggravation you cause me. Three, you accept the job, you steal some cars, you make some money, and you be a big brother.

Memphis: Roger, I have a problem...
Roger the Car Salesman: Yes?
Memphis: I've been in L.A. for three months now. I have money, I have taste. But I'm not on anybody's "A" list, and Saturday night is the loneliest night for the week for me.
Roger the Car Salesman: Well, a Ferrari would certainly change that.
Memphis: Perhaps, Mmmm. But, you know, this is the one. Yes, yes yes... I saw three of these parked outside the local Starbucks this morning, which tells me only one thing. There's too many self-indulgent wieners in this city with too much bloody money! Now, if I was driving a 1967 275 GTB four-cam...
Roger the Car Salesman: You would not be a self-indulgent wiener, sir... You'd be a connoisseur.
Memphis: Precisely. Champagne would fall from the heavens. Doors would open. Velvet ropes would part.

Otto Halliwell: How Many Days?
Memphis: Three.
Otto Halliwell: How many in your crew?
Memphis: One, but, I'm here to negotiate for a second.

Memphis: Still looking amazing.
Sway: While you still look like a bible salesman.
Memphis: You're healed.

Memphis: For the next 24 hours, all your decision-making privileges have been removed. You got it?
Mirror Man: It's cool, man.
Memphis: Obviously, they're on to us. He's sniffing real close. If anything tonight appears out of place, I want you to cut bait, get out of there, and walk away. And get rid of this goddamn car!

Memphis: Without disappointment you cannot appreciate victory.
Det. Roland Castlebeck: Did Eleanor tell you that?

The ladies are dirty. Walk away. The ladies are dirty.

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