All I want is a gentleman. I'm sick to bloody death of bastards.

I've got kids that enjoy stealing. I've got kids that don't think about stealing one way or the other, and I've got kids that just tolerate stealing because they know they've got nothing else to do. But nobody--and I mean nobody--has ever been hungry for it like this boy. If he had a bloody gash across his throat and a physiker was trying to sew it up, Lamora would steal the needle and thread and die laughing. He...steals too much.

I don't really want to do topless stuff anymore.

I'm sick of making bloody history.

If you want to stay in the business then you've got to be a bit shrewd, haven't you?

You do get some weirdos, but if there are any nice people out there who want to write to me pleasantly, then they'll get a pleasant reply back!