In the midst of veteran con man Nicky's latest scheme, a woman from his past - now an accomplished femme fatale - shows up and throws his plans for a loop.

Nicky: It's about distraction. It's about focus. The brain is slow and it can't multitask. Tap him here, take from there.
Nicky: [shouting] Where are the black people?
Jess: Why did you come up here if you were on to us?
Nicky: Professional curiosity, and I like boobs, so I considered it was a win win.
Nicky: There's two kinds of people in this world. There's hammers and there's nails. You decide which one you want to be.
Nicky: You see, there's a science to getting people to trust you. With women, it's all about emotion. Connection. That you feel the emotion as strongly as they do. They've been dreaming about that shit ever since they were little girls.
Nicky: With her it was shared history. A friendly face. Set her off balance. Helps diffuse aggression. Start discussing emotional shit. They're disarmed. Now they're open. You know you got 'em when they start to unconsciously mimic you. A head nod. A hand gesture. It means you're in sync. Sociologists refer to it as the Gauchais Reaction.
Nicky: And then, you move in for the kill. You tell them how they've changed you. Changed how you see the world. Then you close. A talisman. A gift that says: You've always been in my thoughts.
Nicky: I can convince anyone of anything. I once convinced a man that an empty warehouse was the federal reserve, so I'm good.
Owens: There's a lazy Sunday softness to your generation. Makes me uncomfortable. I like to be on my feet. I'll lie down when I get cancer. Or if I fuck. Both of which will be done on my back, in case you were wondering.
Nicky: Actually, I wasn't wondering. But thank you for sharing that.
Owens: Sarcasm. Another pillar of your generation. You wanna tell somebody to fuck off, tell them to fuck off. Don't say, "Gee, what a great jacket." It's weakness.
Owens: I took you off the street. Taught you my trade. I taught you my passion. Three generations of skills. And in spite of all my earnest efforts, in spite of all my hard work, you turned into a good person.
Pretty Woman: Maybe you should slow down a little.
Nicky: No, no, no. I just wanna talk to the man. This is a free country. Buenos Aires is a free country, right?
Pretty Woman: No, Buenos Aires is a city.
[last lines]
Jess: [limping toward emergency room] We'll be fine.
Nicky: How?
Jess: Trust me. I got you.
Owens: Love'll get you killed in this racket. No place for that shit here. No happiness with that. You know how they say there's honor among thieves? Well, you're no thief, Mellow. You made your choice.
Owens: He is *not* gonna die! You hear me? He is *not* gonna die!
Owens: Probably.
Nicky: Here's the thing about lying. Here's the problem: it fucks up all your options. Paints you into a corner.
Owens: What the fuck you talking about? You out of your mind?
Nicky: And then you're forced to do some *really* *dumb* *shit*.
Owens: You wanna die?
Nicky: Well, if I die, I die telling the truth. And if I lie, I'm gonna lie like normal people lie.
Jess: [suddenly sitting at his table] Will you be my boyfriend? Just for a minute. You're not a serial killer, are you?
Nicky: That depends. How many times does it take to get to "serial"?
Jess: Five.
Nicky: Oh, no, we're good.
Nicky: You need to put some clothes on.
Jess: Excuse me?
Nicky: There's Australian people here.
Jess: What is that supposed to mean?
Nicky: I'm just sayin', Jess, they shipped all those people down there for a reason.
Nicky: I wish you the best of luck.
Garriga: With friends like you, who needs luck?
Farhad: Who's the girl?
Nicky: Her name is Jess, Farhad. She's our internal.
Farhad: Ah. You're hittin' that?
Jess: [from in the back seat of the car] I'm right here.
Nicky: No, Farhad, I'm not hitting that.
Farhad: You should hit that.
Jess: Yeah. Hi. I'm still right here.
[waving her hand in his face]

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