Thomas Crown: Samba. Sugarloaf. Jungle. Piranha.

Thomas Crown: Left early. Please come with the money... or, you keep the car. All my love, Tommy.

Thomas Crown: [looks at Vicki, who is standing next to the chess table] Do you play?

Vicki Anderson: Try me.

Vicki Anderson: What do you get for the man who has everything?

Sandy: You're mad! Absolutely mad!

Thomas Crown: What else can we do on Sunday?

Thomas Crown: What a funny, dirty little mind!

Vicki Anderson: It's a funny, dirty little job! So shoot me in the leg!

Vicki Anderson: Say good night to Irwin, dear.

Thomas Crown: Good night Irwin Dear.