Beatrice Ocean: There's only one thing you love, Danny: that's danger. Cliffhanging. You could never love a woman like you love danger.
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Josh Howard: They way I figure it is like this: the eleven of us cats against this one city...?
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Vince Massler: I can't do it. I've got my wife to think of.
Danny Ocean: Think of her rich.
Vince Massler: Think of me dead.
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Beatrice Ocean: [to Sam Harmon] I'll consider mistress, plaything, toy for a night, but I refuse to be your mother. That's out!
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Tipsy Girl: I'm so drunk, I don't think I could lie down without holding on!
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'Curly' Steffens: You're not gonna make yourself popular, knocking Danny.
Spyros Acebos: Who's knocking him? I love him. I respect talent. All I'm asking is he should me a little.
'Curly' Steffens: Too tough. Don' ask.
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Jimmy Foster: [speaking on the 'phone] Speaking of finances. Could you let me have some more.
Mrs. Restes: More? More what?
Jimmy Foster: Money. M-O-N-Y.
Sam Harmon: "E"
Jimmy Foster: M-O-N-*E*-Y
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Danny Ocean: [Answering the phone] Hello, this is a recording, you've dialed the right number, now hang up and don't do it again.
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Josh Howard: Look Vince - the brave ones don't come home. You stay scared.
Vince Massler: Yeah. You were always one of those guys who didn't want any brave ones on patrol with you, weren't you?
Josh Howard: It's simple enough - in my book "brave" rhymes with "stupid", and it still does.
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Jimmy Foster: I made a cardinal rule: never to answer the 'phone in December.
Massuese: That's crazy. Why?
Jimmy Foster: Because one December, every time I picked up the 'phone they sent me out into the snow to play with my friends. That was at the Bulge.
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Danny Ocean: Going down.
Lift attendant: Going down.
Danny Ocean: Where they serve the drinks.
Lift attendant: To the bar.
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Vince Massler: If it's so fool-proof, why hasn't somebody done it yet.
Danny Ocean: Same reason nobody's gone to the moon yet - no equipment.
Jimmy Foster: And we're equipped.
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Beatrice Ocean: [to Danny Oceans] Oh, Danny. What a prize you are. The only husband in the world who'd proposition his own wife.
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Adele Ekstrom: Happy burial, dead dog.
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Danny Ocean: Why waste those cute little tricks that the Army taught us just because it's sort of peaceful now.
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Mrs. Restes: [speaking of her son] He met a jiggly little number who was Vegas-bound.
Adele Ekstrom: "Jiggly little number" isn't exactly how I would describe Danny Ocean... more like a well-mannered shark.
Mrs. Restes: Is he?
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