A small-time con artist and a Hawaiian real estate developer's mischevious, enterprising mistress team up for a potential $200,000 score.

Walter Crewes: God is just an imaginary friend for grown ups.
Walter Crewes: Sometimes things are exactly as they seem.
Lou Harris: You shut up, coconut nigger.
Jack Ryan: Did he just say coconut nigger? Harris, Harris, Harris, Harris, you can't say coconut nigger.
Lou Harris: Oh, I can't?
Jack Ryan: Not really in this day and age.
Lou Harris: You're fired.
Nancy Hayes: That's probably my mother.
Jack Ryan: Is your mother hot?
Nancy Hayes: Ugh!
Jack Ryan: What? I just want to know if you two look like mother/daughter.
Nancy Hayes: Easy, Jack.
Frank Pizzarro: What is this?
Jack Ryan: What's what?
Frank Pizzarro: Dude, this is $200. You said we made six.
Jack Ryan: Right, yeah, but $200 is your cut, cause that's the going rate for hiding in the truck.
Jack Ryan: Have a little faith in people. Not God, cause he's just an imaginary friend for grown ups.
Frank Pizzarro: What the hell's that supposed to mean?
Jack Ryan: I don't know.
Bob Rogers, Jr.: I get the feeling we're gonna run into each other again and one of us could end up looking like shit.
Jack Ryan: I got a headstart on you in that department. It's not fair.
Jack Ryan: Are you serious? You really wanna box?
Nancy Hayes: If I win, you show me how to steal a car. If you win, I do whatever you want. Put em up!
Jack Ryan: You grow up on a marine base?
Nancy Hayes: Don't use the, "I've never hit a girl" excuse.
Jack Ryan: I've never hit a girl.
[Nancy hits him in the head]
Jack Ryan: Don't be hitting me in my head when I'm not looking. You just awakened a sleeping giant.
Jack Ryan: For a long time I've been walking down life's road with my two pals, Bad Luck and Bad Choices. Fortunately I'm a big believer in new beginnings, new friends, and running from my problems. So one day I decided to head for the island. Aloha, my name is Jack.
Jack Ryan: 200 Grand is a lot different from a tv set.
Nancy Hayes: Yea... It's way lighter.
Frank Pizzarro: Harris says I know where you're hiding.
Jack Ryan: First of all, I'm not really hiding. Second of all, you would never tell him where I was hiding because you're my friend, right?
Lou Harris: You wanna piss with me?
Jack Ryan: I don't even understand what you're saying. Do I wanna piss with you?
Frank Pizzarro: I'm desperate for this money and we're friend, right?
Jack Ryan: Yeah, we're friends. But, you know, it's the type of friendship where if you're in trouble, I probably won't be there for you. Just like I wouldn't expect you to be there for me. It's a more honest friendship. It's not this like phony thing. It's a genuine friendship. I can't trust you. You can't trust me. I'm not gonna take a bullet for you. I'm not gonna jump on a grenade for you. I'm gonna...
Frank Pizzarro: Jack, cut the shit, will you.
Jack Ryan: Wait, where's my happy ending?
[Jack and Nancy kiss]
Jack Ryan: Aw, come on.
Nancy Hayes: I'm spoken for.
[Jack tugs Nancy's overalls]
Jack Ryan: No, you're not.
Nancy Hayes: Yes, I am.
[Nancy takes Jack by the hand]
Nancy Hayes: Come on, let's go peek in some windows.
Jack Ryan: Have a heart.
Nancy Hayes: It'll be fun, come on.
Nancy Hayes: I dropped out of high school, took a trip to Hollywood, went broke, came home, and hostessed at a strip club.
Jack Ryan: Everybody hostesses, nobody strips.
Bob Rogers, Jr.: You know, if I wasn't with someone, I might just pick your ass up and carry you out of here.
Jack Ryan: You might have to if Walter here keeps buying me beer. He's getting me all liquored up, I'm just trying to keep my wits about me.
Nancy Hayes: Okay, now the truth.
Jack Ryan: If that girl's not careful, she's gonna wind up on the business end of my di...
Nancy Hayes: Oh my God! Shut up!
Jack Ryan: She just has a little mischief in her that makes her kind of fun to be around. The other day she took off her clothes and then she folded them in this neat little pile.
Walter Crewes: You really are smitten.
Jack Ryan: Sometimes you get so alone it just makes sense. That make sense?
Walter Crewes: Hell no. And if you think you're gonna be able to control this girl or control yourself with her, you've got a mind-breaking realization coming, son. She's nothing but trouble.
Jack Ryan: The problem is, Walter, a lot of the stuff you say makes me kinda want to be around her.
Nancy Hayes: Jack, what do you think will happen if that money reaches those thugs.
Jack Ryan: I don't know. They'll probably have a hell of a luau.
Nancy Hayes: I mean to Walter!
Jack Ryan: We'll probably get invited.
Nancy Hayes: Frank something came here last night and told me if I didn't give him $1500 for the wallets, he'd go to the cops. He settled for $450.
Jack Ryan: You got robbed. He would have settled for $100.
Jack Ryan: You gotta admit, this is a great boat, even if it is called the Allison.
Nancy Hayes: Wait til you see the one they name after me.
Jack Ryan: There's no beer in the fridge.
Nancy Hayes: Look in the cabinet.
Jack Ryan: In the cabinet? What are you, British?
Walter Crewes: Jack, was that you giggling?
Jack Ryan: Nope. Must have been Number 9.
Walter Crewes: Well, what are you doing sneaking around here?
Jack Ryan: I'm not sneaking around. No, I was just thinking. Sometimes when I'm thinking it looks like I'm sneaking.
Nancy Hayes: What a freak hole.
Jack Ryan: What?
Nancy Hayes: Jack, it's really depressing here. I'm depressed. I'm depressed.
Jack Ryan: That's one of the things I like about it is how depressing it is. It's like where dreams go to die.
Nancy Hayes: I know it wasn't just about me. Was it?
Jack Ryan: No. Come on. Those paintings on the wall could fetch a pretty penny in the right circles.
Nancy Hayes: Jack, we don't know anybody in the right circles!
Jack Ryan: I know plenty of people in plenty of circles.
Bob Rogers, Jr.: You trying to be cute?
Walter Crewes: Now, Junior, who can be cute with you around?
Bob Rogers, Jr.: This is company business, Walter.
Walter Crewes: Does he work for you?
Bob Rogers, Jr.: No, but we paid him off and he agreed to leave.
Walter Crewes: You paid him off because you owed him. Now he doesn't work for you anymore. Right? Right. So if he doesn't want to go anywhere, he doesn't have to. Right? Right.
Jack Ryan: Right.
Bob Rogers, Jr.: You gonna let him fight your battles for you?
Jack Ryan: Yeah. He seems to be doing a good job.
Jack Ryan: If that girl's not careful, she's gonna wind up on the business end of my dick.