Favorite The Bank Job Quotes
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Terry Leather: Why'd you pick Kev and me? You could've found better thieves.
Martine Love: Old times sake.
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.Terry Leather
Mummy! Daddy's on the radio!Catherine Leather
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?
Kevin Swain: [after being released] How the hell did that happen?
Terry Leather: Fucked if I know. Just keep walking.
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.