Thomas Crown: Samba. Sugarloaf. Jungle. Piranha.
Chalmers: Ross.
Bennet: Albert Edward Renick, used car salesman, Chicago.
Chalmers: Who's Renick?
Bullitt: He was the man who was shot in the Hotel Daniels. You sent us to guard the wrong man, Mr. Chalmers.
Prisoner: Always uses top grade hemp, Schmidt does. He oils it so it slides read good. Snaps your neck like a dry twig.
Dr. Ray Flemming: Are you sure of everything? Shall I do it over again?
Joan Hudson: No, I don't want to talk about it anymore.
Dr. Ray Flemming: Ah, but it will be fine, I promise you. Just pretend you're working on a role, right down to the props.
Inspector Jacques Clouseau: Yes, well, life is not all shoot-shoot, bang-bang, you know.
