Detective: [in the interrigation room] Well, it seems four sweet old ladies, who apparently don't exist, have recently transferred some very large sums of money into Becker Holdings, LLC. Do you know how that might have happened, Mr. Becker?
Claude Becker: [in total shock] I think I need a lawyer.
Daphne Kluger: [tormenting an actress playing herself] Uh, just, you know... smoother. Just a little bit of space, please. It was perfect. I just need it faster and more damaged. All right? Great.
Debbie Ocean: [to Amita about Claude] When somebody got interested in a piece, I'd pose as another buyer and drive up the price. Money was good and he was great in the kitchen... One day he asked me to pose as the seller, not the buyer.
John Frazier: [to the Cartier reps] Whoever stole this necklace managed to get out without being detected. Which means we're looking for someone very smart. Gentlemen. I've seen a thoroughbred racehorse thrown into a tree shredder. People will go to great lengths to defraud an insurance carrier.
John Frazier: ...I mean when they said come over I was like, ugh, you know with the jet lag, the time difference, Arsenal in the cup final this weekend, but now I'm here, it's bloody interesting now...
