Crunch Calhoun, a semi-reformed art thief, agrees to get his old gang back together to pull off one last heist.

Crunch Calhoun: If you've got no trust, then what do you got?
Nicky Calhoun: I'm Nicky. Paddy, Francie, Crunch.
Ponch: Some shitty aliases, you all sound like chocolate bars. Where is Twix?
Interpol Agent Bick: Let me ask you a question. You ever seen the inside of Sing Sing?
Francie Tobin: I haven't
Interpol Agent Bick: Cause I know a lot of guys who would like to fuck you inside there.
Francie Tobin: You hitting on me?
Francie Tobin: Interpol? Fucking Interpol? I'm not going to fucking prison! I'm not cut out for that shit. Have you seen these fucking arms, man? These wet noodles will prevent very few prison rapes.