Gin Quotes in Entrapment (1999)

Mac: Rule number one: never carry a gun. If you carry a gun you may be tempted to use it.

Gin: What are you doing here?

Mac: I'm going to ask you some questions. If I don't like your answers, you're going out the window. Why are you following me?

Gin: I've got a proposition for you.

Mac: How do I know that you're not a cop?

Gin: I-I don't know. You-You're just going to have to trust me.

Mac: Rule number two: never trust a naked woman.

Mac: Has there ever been anyone you couldn't manipulate, beguile or seduce?

Gin: No.

Gin: You stole my suitcase?

Mac: I'm a thief. So sue me.

Gin: I said this is called entrapment.

Mac: No, actually it's called blackmail. Entrapment is what cops do to thieves.

Mac: What's the job?

Gin: Like the wise man said: first we try then we trust.

Mac: You are the most beautiful crook I've ever seen.

Gin: Why, thank you kind sir.

Mac: I don't like surprises.

Gin: Trust me, there won't be any.

Mac: Trust me, there always are surprises.

Gin: Don't use a cannon to kill a mosquito. Confucius.

Mac: I have absolutely no reason to believe anything you say.

Gin: But you want to.

Gin: Look what you've done to that beautiful car!

Mac: Thank God it's not mine.

Gin: Is all this paid for?

Mac: With blood.

Gin: I give you the world's tallest building.

Mac: And we're going to steal it?

Mac: Give me the spanner!

Gin: The what?

Mac: The wrench!

[repeated line]

Gin: It was perfect!

Gin: I'm not who you think I am, Mac.

Mac: I hope not. For your sake.

Gin: I stole the Rembrandt.

[pause]

Gin: Mac! I stole the Rembrandt.

Mac: ...and I painted the Sistine Chapel.

Gin: Oh come on! Ask me how I did it.

Mac: So how'd you do it?

Gin: I came in from the roof. I dropped twenty floors down on a McNeel descender.

Mac: Well, you must be one hell of a climber.

Gin: I am a hell of a climber.

[begins to scale the side of the room]

Gin: I am, one, hell of a climber.

Gin: Preparing pressure switch neutralization device.

[removes chewing gum from her mouth and covers the pressure switch with it]

[a train passes and Gin appears on the opposite platform]

Mac: How did you do it?

Gin: I jumped trains mid-station. When the train slowed down I just... It was perfect.

Mac: Was it now?

Gin: [starts walking along the platform] You know what, Mac? I don't want to hold the record alone.

Mac: No?

Gin: I need your help on another job.

Mac: Wow. The crown jewels or something?

Gin: [smiling] No! Come on! Too easy.

[last lines]

[a train passes and Mac disappears off the opposite platform]

Gin: [calls] Mac?

[playing]

Gin: Mac.

[louder]

Gin: Mac!

Mac: [appears behind Gin] What?

Gin: [turns around smiling] So what do you think?

Mac: About what?

Gin: About my idea?

Mac: [gives it quick thought] It's doable.

[Gin grabs Mac and he embraces her; another train passes and they disappear off the platform, appearing on board the train]

Gin: Whose hotel? Yours or mine?

Gin: Where do you sleep?

Mac: Why?

Gin: Just in case I need anything.

Gin: [Putting a rose boutineer in Mac's tux lapel] So I'll recognize you. I wouldn't want to go home with a wrong man by mistake now, would I?

Mac: It is a masked ball. We all go - as someone else.

Gin: Please, come with me to Kuala Lumpur.

Mac: Happy millennium!

Gin: That was - perfect.

Hana: I am a mistake made by God. In my heart, I am a woman.

Gin: Women can have children.

Hana: What if a miracle like the Virgin Mary getting pregnant... was to happen to a homo?

[to soup kitchen server]

Hana: Better give me a little extra. I'm eating for two.

'Angel' Drag Queen: What is your desire? My magic? Or an ambulance?

Gin: A- Ambulance...

'Angel' Drag Queen: Well! Aren't you rude!

Hana: Dreams do come true. I always dreamed of being the mother of a little girl. A nice, warm house, a pretty daughter. Even if my husband was no good... I would accept dire poverty as long as I had my child.

Gin: Feed the poor kid!

Hana: Oh, cheer up! Let's sing a song...

Hana: [singing in English] Climb every mountain/...

Miyuki: What the hell's that?

Hana: "The Sound of Music," of course!

Miyuki: Never heard of it.

Hana: [sings] Climb every mountain/ Ford every stream...

Gin: That's going to make you even hungrier.

Hana: Follow every rainbow/ till... you... find... your... dream...

Hana: You really are the lowest of the low! The best thing you'll ever do is die in the gutter! Oh, poor you! You'll be dead and no one'll care! All you ever do is cause people trouble - dead or alive, you're living trash! The king of trash!

Gin: Okay, so I'm trash, but you're ugly!

Gin: I want to get rid of some trash.

[the policeman holds out a wastebasket]

Gin: I don't think I'd fit.

Doctor: Your friend is very weak. Make sure he gets rest and proper nutrition.

Gin: Doctor! Believe or not, we're homeless.

Doctor: I'm just a doctor.

Gin: Rest and nutrition don't fit with our lifestyle, you realize.

Doctor: I can try to cure disease. Lifestyle is something you have to fix. All anyone can do is their best. Take care.

[The doctor gets up from his chair, in doing so, Gin notices that the doctor uses a brace on his left foot ]

Gin: You peep pretty loud for a chick that can"t even find its own worms.

Gin: The cop shop's that way!

Gin: You can't get milk from an old queer's tits, no matter how hard you think.

Gin: [Gin throws a book from the garbage dump at Miyuki and hits her in the face]

Hana: What are you doing to Dostoyevski?

Gin: I know, I know, he's not your mommy. He's just a homeless homo.

Hana: I'm starving!

Gin: I told you!

Hana: Look after my little angel. Go on without me. Just say you'll never forget the queer you once knew.

Miyuki: Look, a cemetery.

Hana: I'm not dead yet!

Gin: You peep pretty loud for a chick that can't even find its own worms.

Miyuki: Should a burden on society like you be talking?

Gin: You're a burden on us- what does that make you?

Miyuki: The kettle the pot's calling black.

Gin: You mouthy brat!

Hana: Can't you at least get along on Christmas?

Hana: Which way?

Gin: Left!

Hana: Okay, right!

Gin: Why?

Hana: You're a lousy gambler!

Gin: You got that right!

Gin: Hey, wait a minute. We're homeless bums, not action-movie heroes.

Gin: Thank that doctor for me. He seems like a nice guy.

Kiyoko, Gin's Daughter: I'm getting married.

Gin: [Surprised] Oh? That's good.

Kiyoko, Gin's Daughter: To him.

Gin: Great!

[Getting Scared]

Gin: Wait. But isn't he about my age?

[Willie has just passed out]

Gin: Look here, get himy outta here and I'll go smooth things over with Chipeska, Tell him it was food poisoning or something.

Marcus: What do you mean, get him outta here?

Gin: Take him to the car.

Marcus: In case you didn't notice I'm a motherfucking dwarf, so unless you got a forklift handy, maybe you should lend a hand hmm?

Gin: That figures. You want all kind of set-asides. Special treatment 'cause you're handicapped. You're all the same.

Marcus: Special treatment? I'm 3-foot-fucking-tall you asshole! It's a matter of physics. Draw me a sketch of how I get him to the car, huh?

Gin: Bitch, Bitch, Bitch!

Marcus: Sketch it up, you fucking moron. Fucking Leonardo da Vinci.

Gin: What'd you call me thigh-high?

Marcus: I called you a fucking guinea homo from the 15th-fucking-century, you dickhead!

Gin: I could stick you up my ass, small fry.

Marcus: Yeah? You sure it ain't too sore from last night?

Gin: You got some lip on you midget.

Marcus: Yeah? Well these lips were on your wife's pussy last night. Why don't you dust that thing off once in a while? Asshole!

Marcus: How much?

Gin: Half.

Willie: No fucking way...

Marcus: Just back off, Will, I got this. I got this! Okay, 30%. That's three of us. 30%, that's fair.

Gin: Half.

Marcus: I meant 33%.

Gin: I meant half.

Marcus: And 1/3.

Gin: Half.

Marcus: 35%.

Gin: Half.

Marcus: 40%.

Gin: Half.

Marcus: 42%?

Gin: Half.

Marcus: Um... 45%.

Gin: [Thinks for a minute] Half.

Marcus: 48%?

Gin: [In British accent] Half.

Marcus: 49%?

Gin: Half.

Gin: We split the dough right down the middle. Any merchendise you take, I get to look at and cherry pick.

Marcus: No. Money is one thing but you ain't getting the sh...

Gin: This ain't no Chinese menu, jagoff! I tell YOU how it's gonna be. This is pricks fix!

[Exits]

Willie: Pricks fix?

Marcus: Ah, he's a fucking moron.

Willie: Oh really? Is that how you got the upper hand?

Marcus: Fuck you.

Willie: Negotiating?

Marcus: You don't like it? Next year, fuck off. I can always get another box jockey.

Willie: Yeah and I can get another midget too.

Marcus: Yeah? Where? You see us hanging off of fucking trees like fucking crab apples?

Gin: Santa likes to fuck fat chicks in the ass.

Gin: Sweet Jews for Jesus!

Bob Chipeska: I just can't help it. There's something about the guy that makes me uneasy.

Gin: Well sure. Santa fucking someone in the ass...

Gin: Man is a sexual being.

Gin: [after seeing a kid has placed a game in his pants] What's this?

Shoplifter: I was going to pay for it.

Gin: Wrong answer.

Gin: You know what I see when I look at you? America's got a sad future ahead of it.

Bob Chipeska: [about Willie] Can you maybe find out something on this guy?

Gin: Fuck yeah.