When three blue collar acquaintances come across millions of dollars in lost cash they make a plan to keep their find from the authorities but find complications and mistrust weaving its way into their plan.

Neil Baxter: Well, it looks like we're both going to have a lot of explaining to do.
Hank Mitchell: Just me.
[Shoots him]
Neil Baxter: But you're not the cold-blooded type, are you Mr. Mitchell?
[noticing the crows in the trees overhead]
Jacob Mitchell: Those things are always waiting for something to die so they can eat it. What a weird job.
Jacob Mitchell: Do you ever feel evil?
Sarah Mitchell: He's going to shoot all three of you, as soon as he sees the plane!
Jacob Mitchell: I mean, hell, Hank, I've never even kissed a girl. You know, if me becoming rich is gonna change all that, you know I'm all for it.
Jacob Mitchell: I wish somebody else had found that money.
Jacob Mitchell: We don't have anything in common, me and him, except maybe our last name.
Hank Mitchell: When I was still just a kid, I remember my father telling me what he thought that it took for a man to be happy. Simple things, really. A wife he loves. A decent job. Friends and neighbors who like and respect him. And for a while there, without hardly even realizing it, I had all that. I was a happy man.
Sarah Mitchell: Nobody'd ever believe that you'd be capable of doing what you've done.
Lou Chambers: What you gonna buy, Jakey boy?
Jacob Mitchell: I'm gonna buy me a truck.
Lou Chambers: No, fuck that. Get something classy - Trans-Am!
Jacob Mitchell: Yeah, in my wildest fuckin' dreams a Trans-Am!
Lou Chambers: It's the American Dream in a goddamn gym bag!
Hank Mitchell: You work for the American Dream. You don't steal it.
Lou Chambers: Then this is even better.
Sarah Mitchell: That man's got a gun, Hank. He's gonna shoot you both.
Hank Mitchell: Everything goes to sleep.