Gambler Jake Green enters into a game with potentially deadly consequences.

Jake Green: There is something about yourself that you don't know. Something that you will deny even exists until it's too late to do anything about it. It's the only reason you get up in the morning, the only reason you suffer the shitty boss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. "Fear or revere me, but please think I'm special." We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The "hip, hip, hoo-fucking-rah." Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on, you crazy diamond. Cos we're just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others.
[first lines]
Jake Green: One thing I've learned in the last seven years: in every game and con there's always an opponent, and there's always a victim. The trick is to know when you're the latter, so you can become the former.
Avi: The greatest con, that he ever pulled... was making you believe... that he is you.
Jake Green: The greatest enemy will hide in the last place you would ever look.
Macha: A wise man once told me... there's only one rule in this world, a small question that drives all success. The more a man invests in that question, the more powerful that man will become.
Macha: Can you guess what that question is, Mr. Green?
Macha: What's in it for me?
Jake Green: This has become a large problem, Avi.
Avi: There's no such thing as problems, Mr. Green, only situations...
Lord John: But greed is the only snake that cannot be charmed.
Jake Green: The longer you listen, the sweeter the pitch.
Jake Green: I am rich. Seriously fucking rich.
Jake Green: Now I'm richer. A lot fucking richer.
Jake Green: Oh, I know you're still there... cause I can feel you dying. I can hear you tapping me... for a little nutrition. Now who's looking for a fix? It gets a little tight in here, do you? Well, you're not wrong... cause the walls are moving in. No food here. Not today, sunshine. My eyes are open and the restaurant's closed. Jog on. Slide off. Find someone else to fill your pipe. Someone, who won't see you coming... or know, when you're there.
[last lines]
Avi: Checkmate.
Jake Green: Gradually they thought they'd found a formula to the con. A formula to win the ultimate win.
Jake Green: Dorothy Macha, the man responsible for the time I served. A man who'll pass a death sentence quicker than you'll pass the salt.
Macha: You got a big mouth on a small head, sunshine.
Macha: [to French Paul] Look at me! Does it look like i care about the consequences? Fuck him!
Lord John: [in subtitles, to Fat Dan] Fuck him!
Macha: Fuck the consequences!
Lord John: Fuck the consequences!
Macha: Fuck them all!
Lord John: Fuck them all!
Macha: Jesus Paul! Why don't you just fucking rape me?
Macha: The consequences can... kiss... my... black... ass!
Sorter: Ch-check she's dead
[calmly said to colleague after shooting an assassin in the neck, and then walking off to take care of the driver]
Macha: What is this? Where were security?
French Paul: They gased them. We found them tied up.
French Paul: 12-tone permanent Eagle Safe, Mister D. It was impossible to break into.
Macha: Well, it wasn't fucking impossible to move, now, was it, Paul?
Macha: What did anyone take it for? We don't even use that safe, do we, Paul?
Macha: Paul?
French Paul: Not usually, no.
French Paul: Sam Gold's powder was in that. Came in yesterday.
Macha: No, Paul. You're wrong.
Macha: Try again.
Macha: You stupid motherfucker.
Macha: What? He missed? Sorter never fucking misses.
Zach: Did you get anything from the old lady?
Jake Green: No.
Zach: Did you get anything from Horwitz?
Jake Green: No.
Zach: Why not?
Jake Green: Because he didn't have it.
Zach: Listen, pal. Either he pays or you pay.
Jake Green: I pay anyway.
Zach: Don't be a smartass.
Jake Green: [Mr. Green in the elevator, after being convinced by his friends not to take the stairs] Now I've got to spend the next two minutes, shaking... and sweating... like a crack whore looking for a fix... Should have taken the stairs... cause it's getting very... very tight in here.
Macha: So how exactly did this one manage to disarm and overpower a four-time national bodybuilding champion? Drag him half a block, throw him over six-foot wall, and then feed him to his own gun?
Jake Green: Very funny, George. This one will make you laugh.
[shoots George in the foot]