The Bank Job
The Bank Job

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 arse, 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.

The Bank Job
The Bank Job

[Terry has fallen through into an underground vault while digging the tunnel to get into the bank]
Dave Shilling: What's down there?
Terry Leather: It's a pile of skeletons.
Dave Shilling: You're joking. Let's hope they're not the last gang who tried to take this bank.
[robbers laugh]

The Bank Job
The Bank Job

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

The Bank Job
The Bank Job

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.

The Bank Job
The Bank Job

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.

The Bank Job
The Bank Job

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.

The Bank Job
The Bank Job

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.

The Bank Job
The Bank Job

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.

The Bank Job
The Bank Job

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.

The Bank Job
The Bank Job

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 Urquart, all my regulars - in this safe 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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The Bank Job

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 safe 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.

The Bank Job
The Bank Job

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.

The Bank Job
The Bank Job

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 safe deposit box.

The Bank Job
The Bank Job

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

The Bank Job
The Bank Job

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 safe deposit box.
Miles Urquart: That will have to be sanctioned at the highest level, and that's not going to happen.
Tim Everett: Ah.
Miles Urquart:

Do you see our problem? There can be no connection to Five or Six.
Tim Everett: So you want me to come up with something that avoids any accountability for anyone?
Miles Urquart: We'd welcome suggestions, Tim.
Tim Everett: And if it all goes pear-shaped? I assume it's my arse on the line.
Miles Urquart:

You're young and ambitious, Tim. A chance to make a name for yourself.

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The Bank Job

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?

The Bank Job
The Bank Job

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?

The Bank Job
The Bank Job

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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The Bank Job

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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The Bank Job

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.