Driver: [on phone] There's a hundred-thousand streets in this city. You don't need to know the route. You give me a time and a place, I give you a five minute window. Anything happens in that five minutes and I'm yours. No matter what. Anything happens a minute either side of that and you're on your own. Do you understand?
Driver: Good. And you won't be able to reach me on this phone again.
Driver: [on the phone with Irene] Can I talk to you? I won't keep you long. I have to go somewhere and I don't think I can come back. But I just wanted you to know getting to be around you and Benicio was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Driver: [to Bernie] You know the story about the scorpion and the frog? Your friend Nino didn't make it across the river.
Driver: If I drive for you, you get your money. You tell me where we start, where we're going, where we're going afterwards. I give you five minutes when we get there. Anything happens in that five minutes and I'm yours. No matter what. Anything a minute on either side of that and you're on your own. I don't sit in while you're running it down. I don't carry a gun. I drive.
Cook: You look like you're hard to work with.
Standard: Do you want to hear how mommy and me met?
Standard: Yeah? Okay. We were at a party. And she was nineteen years old.
Standard: You weren't seventeen.
Irene: I was.
Standard: Wow. So it was illegal.
Standard: All right. So I illegally walked over to a seventeen year old girl. And I walk up and I say, "Hello, Miss. What is your name?" And she didn't say anything. And then I said, "Well my name is Standard Gabriel." Then what did you say?
Irene: I said, "Where's the deluxe version?"
Bearded Redneck: You're Shannon's buddy, right? We met last year. You drove me and my brother back from Palm Springs. We hired another wheelman. I spent six months in jail. My brother, he got himself killed. I got this sweet job coming up.
Driver: How 'bout this. You shut your mouth or I'll kick your teeth down your throat and I'll shut it for you.
Bearded Redneck: Nice seein' you again.
Shannon: [to Driver] A lot of guys mess around with married women, but you're the only one I know who robs a joint just to pay back the husband. Crazy.
Driver: [to Benicio] Hey, you want a toothpick?
[after slapping Blanche and holding his hand over her mouth]
Driver: Now, you just got a little boy's father killed and you almost got us killed and now you're lying to me. So how about this? From now on, every word out of your mouth is the truth or I'm going to hurt you.
Driver: [to Irene] Hey, do you want to see something?
Nino: You paid three-hundred fucking grand for this piece of shit?
Bernie Rose: I paid for it - out of my own pocket. This is just the shell; it's the inside that counts, not the outside, right Shannon?
Shannon: You are correct, sir.
Nino: Fuck that shit; I pay three-hundred for something, I want everybody to fucking see it!
Bernie Rose: Of course you do.
Nino: [Nino sees an collectible car] Now this... that is one motherfucking, fine-ass, pussy-mobile, motha-fucka'! Damn!
Bernie Rose: Shannon, sell him the car.
Shannon: He wouldn't be able to find pussy in a whore house...
Shannon: [Shannon begins hobbling over to Nino] You know what? This car will even make you good-looking.
Nino: I'm already good-looking, pal.
Shannon: [to Driver] You look like a zombie, kid. You getting any sleep? Can I offer you some benzedrine, dexedrine, caffeine, nicotine? Oh, you don't smoke. That's right. Better off.
Bernie Rose: Here's what I'm prepared to offer. You give me the money, the girl is safe. Forever. Nobody knows about her. She's off the map. I can't offer you the same. So, this is what I would suggest. We conclude our deal. We'll shake hands. You start the rest of your life. Any dreams you have, or plans, or hopes for your future... I think you're going to have to put that on hold. For the rest of your life you're going to be looking over your shoulder. I'm just telling you this because I want you to know the truth. But the girl is safe.
Bernie Rose: Did Shannon ever tell you how we met?
Bernie Rose: I used to produce movies. In the 80s. Kind of like action films. Sexy stuff. One critic called them European. I thought they were shit. Anyway, he arranged all the cars for me. Did all the stunts. I liked him. I liked having him around. Even though he overcharged the shit out of me. His next business venture, he got involved with some of Nino's friends. They didn't go for the overcharging bit. They broke his pelvis. He's never had a lot of luck. The reason I'm telling you this is that he has a lot invested in you. And so do I. So anything you need, you call me. We're a team now.
Bernie Rose: I'm excited!
[yelling across the garage]
Bernie Rose: Nino, let's get the fuck out of here!
Standard: You know, we're here celebrating but it's a shameful thing... what I did. And I have a lot of making up to do to everyone. But second chances are rare. Right? And that's worth celebrating.
Bernie Rose: What do you got that the big professional race teams don't?
Shannon: I got the driver.
Bernie Rose: You just told me they had half a dozen drivers.
Shannon: Not like this. This kid is special. I've been working with him for a while. I've never seen anything like it. If I had the money, I'd back him myself.
Bernie Rose: Yeah, but you don't have the money.
Shannon: Mr. Rose, you put this kid behind the wheel, there's nothing he can't do.
Shannon: [about Driver] You know, he walked into my shop here about five or six years ago, right out of the blue asking for a job. So I put him to the test to see what he could do. The kid's amazing.
Shannon: So I hired him on the spot. Boom.
Shannon: At about half the wages I normally pay. He didn't blink an eye.
Shannon: Hey kid, come over here for a second, will you?
[back to Irene]
Shannon: And I have been exploiting him ever since.
Shannon: Don't tell him.
Bernie Rose: [to Cook] Shut the fuck up, you fucking monkey!
Driver: Do you understand?
Bernie Rose: My partner is a belligerent asshole with his back up against a wall, and now, so am I.
Shannon: What happened to all the ashtrays in this town?
[to Nino after stabbing Cook to death]
Bernie Rose: Now it's your turn to clean up after me.
Shannon: You look like a zombie kid, you getting any sleep?
Shannon: He wouldn't be able to find pussy in a whorehouse.
Nino: [to Driver] You're not very good at this, are you?