Parker (a professional thief)

— So, you been in jail? Do you ever feel bad about what you do?
— Everyone steals, Leslie. Some people admit it to themselves, some don't. It's what human beings do. That's why we invented locks. You think the people in these houses feel bad? Their grandparents and their great grandparents, they're the ones who got their hands dirty.
— I just mean, how do you sleep at night?
— I don't drink coffee after 7:00.

— Do what I say and you won't get hurt.
— Mine's bigger than yours.
— It's not the size, it's how you use it.
— What the hell?
— You got hurt because you didn't do what I said. Your bulletproof vest doesn't cover your legs. Next time I'll take out your eye.
— Who the fuck are you?
— Do right, in a few minutes you're on your way to the hospital.

— So, if you were me, what would you do with a guy like you?
— Divide up the shares and that'd be the end of it.
— What if you decided not to do that?
— I'd kill him while I had the chance.

— Danzinger?
— Yeah. Who the hell are you?
— Parker.
— All right. All right. I was going to give them 20 cents on the dollar. I'll give you 40.
— It's not about money.

— These men wanted you. I don't want any part of it anymore. I'm like... Sweden.
— You mean Switzerland.
— Whatever. Your documents are in that middle drawer.

— You shouldn't have come here.
— I thought you might need help. And what happened? Did you know that guy's gun wouldn't go off?
— When I broke in the night you followed me... I bent the firing pins on most of their weapons.
— Most of them?

— Here's what's gonna happen. Take the jewels to your office... Find an AC vent, open it, and stuff 'em in. Put the grating back on and forget about it. You don't tell your mother and you don't check on them to make sure they're still there. In about three months, I'll send someone in to get them from you. Might take a long time to fence, but after that's done, you'll receive your share by express mail. You can't put that money in a bank, Leslie. You can't go on a crazy shopping spree.
— Okay. But... How much will it...
— I get the first two hundred thousand. My original share. The next two hundred thousand, goes to my old partner who planned the job. Then we split the rest.
— How much?
— With the right buyer, your share will be millions.
— What? Wait, wait, wait! Where are you going?
— I'm going to lie low for a week or so until things calm down. I'll have someone drive in and get me.
— Claire? I never did have a chance, did I?

— So they sent me this to give to you. This is your Ohio share plus 10 points. Take it. Go somewhere with Claire.
— Keep your money. Who are you kidding, Hurley? Chicago doesn't pay to keep people out of their way.
— For Christ's sake, Parker, Danzinger's a fucking savage. He sent an assassin to your home, he almost killed my daughter. I'm just trying to help you.
— I don't want it from you. I want it from them! It's the principle.
— Principle. You wanna get yourself killed over principle? And me? Claire? Is that what the fuck you want?
— You almost died on a plane runway. If it's gonna happen, it'll happen. It's not something you can control. When I enter an agreement with someone, terms on both sides have to be honored. If they're not, and I allow that, I'm asking chaos to take control of my life. Nobody likes chaos.