The Bank Job Quotes

Miles Urquart: 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 Urquart: 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.

Eddie Burton: [on radio] When are you guys gonna hit the vault? I'm freezing my tits off up here. Over.
Guy Singer: In the Army, soldiers would pull on their puds to keep the blood flowing.
Eddie Burton: [on radio] What regiment were you in? The Royal Corps of Wankers?
Guy Singer: Yes, we welcome new members.

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...
[Terry shows Tim pictures of prominent public

figures taken in compromising situations in Sonia Bern's brothel]
Terry Leather: ...we can drip-feed pictures like these to the press. We've got a stack of them.

Lew Vogel: [has just received the anticipated call from the bank robbers] Hello?
Terry Leather: Who am I talking to?
Lew Vogel: [very keenly] Terry Leather, Kevin Swain, Martine Love, Eddie Burton. Yeah, Mr. Shilling was kind enough to speak with me about this.
Terry Leather: You put Dave on the phone now.

Lew Vogel: Well I'd oblige to, but... he seems to be indisposed at the moment.
Terry Leather: What do you want?
Lew Vogel: Just a couple of things from what you've stolen. A ledger with a dark red cover. And some photos that I'm sure the MI-5 is interested in. The "Royal portfolio".
Terry Leather: All we

got is money and jewels.
Lew Vogel: [takes glasses off, to rub his eyes] Then I suggest you look again.
[gives phone to Eddie who's tied to a chair]
Lew Vogel: Speak to your friends.
[holds phone out and puts glasses back on]
Eddie Burton: [terrified and miserable] Hello? Who is this?
Terry

Leather: Eddie, this is Terry.
Eddie Burton: [crying] Oh Terry, fucking hell. Dave's all messed up, and they're going to do the same to me. You got to help.
Terry Leather: [calm] Listen to me, Eddie. I don't have what he wants.
Eddie Burton: No?
[off Vogol's bitter stern look who has heard this too starts

panicking]
Eddie Burton: No, you've got to have what they want, you've got to. You've got to help.
Terry Leather: Eddie, what am I supposed to do? You tell him, we don't have it!
Eddie Burton: [pleading] You've got to. You have to. You...
Terry Leather: [yelling] What else am I supposed to do? Tell him

that! You tell him, I don't have his fucking ledger! You tell that cunt now!
Eddie Burton: [breaking down in tears softly to Vogol who has lowered the phone] No.
[shaking his head]
Eddie Burton: He doesn't have it.
Lew Vogel: [nods/says understandingly but in reality sarcastic] Right.
[nods to cohort]

Vogol's cohort: [making a quick fluid motion takes his gun out and shoots/kills Dave]
Eddie Burton: NO!
[Lew Vogel puts the phone back up to Eddie's face so he can report the news to Terry]
Eddie Burton: They just shot Dave.
[tears streaming down his face]
Eddie Burton: Dave is dead.
[Terry Leather's face

is covered with a shocked look]
Lew Vogel: [takes the phone and says in it] I'll give you one hour to find what I want... or I'll kill this man too.
[hangs phone up]
Terry Leather: [more shocked then ever hangs up and runs with Kevin to the van. They start emptying every bag out, creating a heap of papers] Fuck!
Kevin

Swain: [sees a red ledger] Wait, is this it? This might be it.
Terry Leather: [picks it up and reads] Lew Vogel. That's what this bastard is.