Matchstick Men (2003)

Roy: I gotta go. I've got a big business meeting.
Angela: This late?
Roy: Antiques. They wait for no man.

Roy: Let his greed meet his imagination.

Roy: I'm not a criminal. I'm a con man.
Dr. Klein: The difference being?
Roy: They give me their money.
Dr. Klein: That's a nice rationalization, Roy.

Roy: Fourteen! You're fourteen! When'd you have time to get arrested?

Frank Mercer: You waited too long. No prize for you.

Roy: I'm not ver good at being a father, all right? I barely get by just being me.

Angela: New York Super Fudge Chunk. That's my favourite flavour.
Roy: New York...?
Angela: Super Fudge Chunk.
Roy: Oh chocolate! Right.

Roy: Uhhh... uhhh... That was wrong what you did! And... and... you're a nosy parker! And that's no way for a young lady to behave! And... shame on you.

Angela: She said you were a bad guy. You don't seem like a bad guy.
Roy: That's what makes me good at it.

Angela: If you're gonna get wet, might as well go swimming.

Roy: She left the door open. It was bitchin'.

Dr. Klein: I have news, your neurosis is small.
Roy: What? You fucking quack.

Roy: You lookin' for something, sucker?
Frank Mercer: Yeah. My partner. You seen him? He's been missing most of the week. Tall, good-looking guy.
Frank Mercer: Man, you are bad! Did you take your pills?

Angela: You don't have a TV? seriously you don't have a TV?
Roy: Well there's a couch, if you want to sit. Or over there if you prefer. Or the couch.