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A very rich and successful playboy amuses himself by stealing artwork, but may have met his match in a seductive detective.
[at Crown's tropical resort] Catherine Banning: Oh! This must go over! Thomas Crown: With whom? Catherine Banning: Whoever you bring here. Thomas Crown: I never bring anyone here.
Detective Michael McCann: Can I drop you someplace? At your hotel? Catherine Banning: One, I keep an apartment here, and two, I am going to your office. Detective Michael McCann: [pause] She keeps an apartment. I keep goldfish.
Thomas Crown: You look wonderful! Catherine Banning: Thank you! How are you? Thomas Crown: Popular.
Catherine Banning: Damn, I hate being a foregone conclusion.
[Catherine looks out the plane window at a tropical island] Catherine Banning: That island isn't Manhattan. Thomas Crown: It's not? Catherine Banning: I have appointments. Thomas Crown: Wanna keep 'em?
[Catherine is clearly upset] Detective Michael McCann: Are you okay? Catherine Banning: Yeah. Detective Michael McCann: You know I was okay once. My girlfriend went out one night and came back... married. I told everyone that I didn't care, and then I fucked five women in three days, flipped my car on an on-ramp, beat a suspect unconscious, got suspended... but I was "okay."
[Banning shows up at a ball wearing a red sash] Thomas Crown: This is a black and white ball. Catherine Banning: That's okay, I wasn't invited anyway.
Catherine Banning: I would let you in, but... Thomas Crown: But the world is watching. Catherine Banning: Yes. Thomas Crown: Besides, you haven't got any furniture. Catherine Banning: Oh that's good.
Thomas Crown: Regret is usually a waste of time, as is gloating
John Reynolds: Tommy, that's a hundred thousand dollars on a goddam golf swing! Thomas Crown: It's a beautiful Saturday morning, John... What the hell else have we got to do?
Catherine Banning: This is an elegant crime, done by an elegant person. It's not about the money. Detective Michael McCann: So, who steals a Monet, just to not sell it? Catherine Banning: A Monet lover. [Looks at a computer on a desk] Catherine Banning: Whose desk is that? Detective Paretti: Er... Catherine Banning: Can I use it? Detective Paretti: Sure. Catherine Banning: OK, let's dig up all the major art auctions of the last five years, and see who's been bidding on Monets. Catherine Banning: [Holds up a sheet of paper with details of auctions] See anyone we know? Detective Michael McCann: [Looks at list. Sees Thomas Crown listed as a bidder on a Monet] Him? A big day for this guy is takin' off his tie! He's a finance geek? Catherine Banning: Is he?
Catherine Banning: What was it? Thomas Crown: Nice little Renoir... Catherine Banning: Oh... Renoir [beat] Catherine Banning: Nice little copy? Thomas Crown: We'll never know will we?
The Psychiatrist: I want you to talk about women. [waits for a few moments] The Psychiatrist: Mr. Crown? Thomas Crown: I'm sorry? The Psychiatrist: Women. You get to talk about women. Thomas Crown: Oh, I enjoy women. The Psychiatrist: Enjoyment isn't intimacy. Thomas Crown: And intimacy isn't necesarily enjoyment. The Psychiatrist: How would you know? Has it occured to you that you have a problem with trust? Thomas Crown: [smirking] I trust myself implicitly. The Psychiatrist: But can other people trust you? Thomas Crown: Oh, you mean society at large? The Psychiatrist: I mean women, Mr.Crown. Thomas Crown: Yes, a woman could trust me. The Psychiatrist: Good. Under what extraordinary circumstances would you allow that to happen? Thomas Crown: A woman could trust me as long as her interests didn't run too contrary to my own. The Psychiatrist: And society? If ITS interests should run counter to your own? [Crown smiles]
Detective Michael McCann: [about Thomas Crown] Do you realize what kind of flesh-eating lawyers this guy is going to have?
Detective Michael McCann: Give. [pause] Detective Michael McCann: You know what? Life is full of shitty conflicts, okay? Give!
Thomas Crown: Do you want to dance? Or do you want to DANCE?
Catherine Banning: Men make women messy.
Detective Michael McCann: So I'm stuck with you on my back. Catherine Banning: Oh, come on Lieutenant. Who knows, you might enjoy it.
Detective Michael McCann: I love this neighborhood. Some of these broads are wearing my salary.
Catherine Banning: You really think there's "happy ever after" for people like us?
Catherine Banning: Do you really think I am going to sleep with the man I am investigating?
The Psychiatrist: [laughing] Peter Pan grows up, and discovers there's no place to land!
Thomas Crown: What a funny, dirty little mind! Vicki Anderson: It's a funny, dirty little job! So shoot me in the leg!
Thomas Crown: [looks at Vicki, who is standing next to the chess table] Do you play? Vicki Anderson: Try me.
Detective Michael McCann: Monet's unknown masterpiece, Dogs At Cards.
Thomas Crown: I hope it's not because you find my company monotonous.
Thomas Crown: Here's to the fear of being trapped.
Thomas Crown: Left early. Please come with the money... or, you keep the car. All my love, Tommy.
Catherine Banning: Am I really that transparent?
Vicki Anderson: What do you get for the man who has everything?
Sandy: You're mad! Absolutely mad! Thomas Crown: What else can we do on Sunday?