George Kittredge: I have a feeling you had more to do with this than anybody. You and your whole rotten class.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Oh class my.
Mike Connor: Grandmother.
Mike Connor: Hands up.
Tracy Lord: Oh it's you! Go away.
Mike Connor: Where are you going?
Tracy Lord: Some place and dance.
Mike Connor: But they're dancing in there.
Tracy Lord: I know but George is frowning at me and I can't dance when anyone frowns at me.
Mike Connor: This joint's full of spies.
Liz Imbrie: That should make us feel at home.
Mike Connor: Have you heard the story of a boy a girl, unrequited love?
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Sounds like pure soap opera.
Mike Connor: I may cry.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Tune in tomorrow.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: Danny, do you know anything about this guy, Regas?
Capt. Danny De Mortimer: Well... He's supposed to be in shipping, but I think he's an opium smuggler in wolf's clothing.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: What about Carla Vesari? She's quite a crock of curry.
Col. Fred Parkson: Want you and Danny to take a holiday. Pick any rest area in the Himalayas. Take two weeks.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: Holiday? No. Out of the question. I couldn't stay out of the hills for two weeks.
Col. Fred Parkson: Kachins got by for hundreds of years before you... and they'll get by long after I spit on your grave.
Capt. Danny De Mortimer: Whiskey! I just liberated it.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: How do you know it's not poisoned?
Capt. Danny De Mortimer: I don't, that's why I decided to share it with you.
Carla Vesari: Captain Reynolds, is this your first war?
Capt. Tom Reynolds: It is definitely my last.
Carla Vesari: I think you love it. Like most men, you relish war.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: Miss Vesari, this may come as a shock to you, but I do not like war.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: I'm not sure I can even spell democracy and I don't know what the big picture even looks like but I know you've got a big mouth.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: You live here with Nikko?
Carla Vesari: I want to tell you something, Captain, and then perhaps you'll let me alone. I live here with Nikko. So why don't you go back to the hills and play with your popguns?
Vince Massler: If it's so fool-proof, why hasn't somebody done it yet?
Danny Ocean: Same reason nobody's gone to the moon yet - no equipment.
Jimmy Foster: And we're equipped.
Danny Ocean: Going down.
Lift attendant: Going down.
Danny Ocean: Where they serve the drinks.
Lift attendant: To the bar.
Danny Ocean: Well, I married you once and it didn't work out too well, so what's wrong with a little hey-hey?
Beatrice Ocean: Nothing... Nothing at all. I'd never knock it as long as there was a little love involved.
Danny Ocean: You mean there isn't.
Beatrice Ocean: On your part, not much.
Danny Ocean: What's new?
Beatrice Ocean: Auburn beat Alabama by twelve points.
Danny Ocean: Why waste those cute little tricks that the Army taught us just because it's sort of peaceful now.
Vince Massler: I can't do it, boys. I've got my wife to think of.
Danny Ocean: Think of her rich.
Vince Massler: Think of me dead.
Chip: Hilde you're the prettiest cab driver in the whole wide world.
Robbo: You look like the day they fixed the electricity at the death house.
Eddie O'Brien: How many times have I told you to pick on somebody your size?
Dennis Ryan: There ain't nobody my size.
