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[while riding a bicycle]
Dean: Man, this place is dope, right?
Sammy: No. No, it's not. Thank you.
Rickles: Come have a drink with us, Joey.
Joey: Gotta go check on the kid soon. Maybe after.
Dean: No party poopers allowed, anyway.
Peter: Hey, who do you guys think that, uh, this girl's father is?
Sammy: Hmm, some tech billionaire.
Frank: Nah. Probably real estate.
Dean: Nah, you don't get a house like that without being into some shit. Weapons, drugs... human trafficking. What about you, Joey? Who do you think he is?
Joey: America's dad. Tom Hanks.
Dean: Ha, ha. Let me get a piece of that candy.
Joey: Get your own.
Dean: Get your own.
Dean: Fuck you too. You grew up with a bunch of brothers and sisters, huh? I'm like a expert at reading people.
Joey: Oh, really?
Dean: Mm-hmm. You like a nanny or a babysitter, looking after that kid.
[referring to Frank]
Dean: Your man here is the bagman for that dude who let us in the door
[to Rickles]
Dean: Lookout/private security
[to Peter]
Dean: Explosives man in the back,
[to Sammy]
Dean: and a little teenage runaway hacker turned black hat for the feds.
Joey: Wow. You might be the least perceptive person I've ever met.
Dean: How the fuck would you know that?
Joey: You literally got nothing right. About anyone.
Dean: [pointing at Sammy] Pretty sure she ran away from home.
Frank: [pulls out $100 bill] Crisp $100 bill, you can tell me one true thing about me.
Joey: Pass.
Frank: Mm-hmm.
Dean: Told y'all she ain't know shit.
Joey: You used to be a cop.
Sammy: Did he arrest you or something?
Joey: No. It's the stance. The walk. The shoes. Not to mention the standard issue Glock, the shoulder holster, and he used police hand signals back at the house. Not a street cop. No. Too smart. You need to be in control. So I'm gonna say detective. Homicide or vice. Any tries to hide it, but he's from Queens. Probably only been up here a few years.
[Peter claps and pulls out money]
Peter: Hey, uh, you do me, too? Huh? Right here.
Joey: I almost feel bad taking this... 'cause you've basically got a fucking neon sign over your head that reads "muscle." Quebec, right? You got bullied in school? Probably by Dad, too? So when you got bigger than everyone else, you turned the tables. Made it into a career.
[Sammy holds out $20]
Sammy: How much will this get me?
Joey: Wow. Really? A 20? That's cheap, considering you come from money.
Sammy: It's true.
Joey: Which means you're only in this for the kicks. You don't get your hands dirty. You use a keyboard instead of a gun and tell yourself that makes what you do not as bad. Good luck when the illusion wears off.
Sammy: Very good.
Rickles: No cash.
Sammy: Then I'll just leave it at "semper fi." And you're getting off easy.
Dean: Hold on, now, you forgot about me.
Joey: You don't want me to do you.
Dean: What you mean? This fun
Dean: Man, this place is dope, right?
Sammy: No. No, it's not. Thank you.
Rickles: Come have a drink with us, Joey.
Joey: Gotta go check on the kid soon. Maybe after.
Dean: No party poopers allowed, anyway.
Peter: Hey, who do you guys think that, uh, this girl's father is?
Sammy: Hmm, some tech billionaire.
Frank: Nah. Probably real estate.
Dean: Nah, you don't get a house like that without being into some shit. Weapons, drugs... human trafficking. What about you, Joey? Who do you think he is?
Joey: America's dad. Tom Hanks.
Dean: Ha, ha. Let me get a piece of that candy.
Joey: Get your own.
Dean: Get your own.
Dean: Fuck you too. You grew up with a bunch of brothers and sisters, huh? I'm like a expert at reading people.
Joey: Oh, really?
Dean: Mm-hmm. You like a nanny or a babysitter, looking after that kid.
[referring to Frank]
Dean: Your man here is the bagman for that dude who let us in the door
[to Rickles]
Dean: Lookout/private security
[to Peter]
Dean: Explosives man in the back,
[to Sammy]
Dean: and a little teenage runaway hacker turned black hat for the feds.
Joey: Wow. You might be the least perceptive person I've ever met.
Dean: How the fuck would you know that?
Joey: You literally got nothing right. About anyone.
Dean: [pointing at Sammy] Pretty sure she ran away from home.
Frank: [pulls out $100 bill] Crisp $100 bill, you can tell me one true thing about me.
Joey: Pass.
Frank: Mm-hmm.
Dean: Told y'all she ain't know shit.
Joey: You used to be a cop.
Sammy: Did he arrest you or something?
Joey: No. It's the stance. The walk. The shoes. Not to mention the standard issue Glock, the shoulder holster, and he used police hand signals back at the house. Not a street cop. No. Too smart. You need to be in control. So I'm gonna say detective. Homicide or vice. Any tries to hide it, but he's from Queens. Probably only been up here a few years.
[Peter claps and pulls out money]
Peter: Hey, uh, you do me, too? Huh? Right here.
Joey: I almost feel bad taking this... 'cause you've basically got a fucking neon sign over your head that reads "muscle." Quebec, right? You got bullied in school? Probably by Dad, too? So when you got bigger than everyone else, you turned the tables. Made it into a career.
[Sammy holds out $20]
Sammy: How much will this get me?
Joey: Wow. Really? A 20? That's cheap, considering you come from money.
Sammy: It's true.
Joey: Which means you're only in this for the kicks. You don't get your hands dirty. You use a keyboard instead of a gun and tell yourself that makes what you do not as bad. Good luck when the illusion wears off.
Sammy: Very good.
Rickles: No cash.
Sammy: Then I'll just leave it at "semper fi." And you're getting off easy.
Dean: Hold on, now, you forgot about me.
Joey: You don't want me to do you.
Dean: What you mean? This fun
Full Transcript
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Man this place is dope right
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No No it's not Thank you
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Come have a drink with us Joey
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Gotta go check on the kid soon
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Maybe after
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No party poopers allowed anyway
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Hey Who do you guys think that uh
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this girl's father is Hmm some tech billionaire
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Nah Probably real estate
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Nah you don't get a house like that
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without being into some shit
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Weapons drugs
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human trafficking
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What about you Joey
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Who you think he is
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America's dad Tom Hanks
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Ha ha
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Let me get a piece of that candy
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Get your own
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Fuck you too
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You grew up with a bunch of brothers and sisters huh
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I'm like a expert at reading people
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Oh really
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Mm hmm
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You like a nanny or a babysitter
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looking after that kid
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Your man here is the bagman
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for that dude who let us in the door
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Lookout private security
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Explosives man in the back
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and a little teenage runaway hacker
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turned black hat for the feds
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Wow
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You might be the least perceptive person
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I've ever met
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How the fuck would you know that
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You literally got nothing right
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About anyone
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Pretty sure she ran away from home
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Crisp 100 bill
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you can tell me one true thing about me
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Pass
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Mm hmm
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Told y'all she ain't know shit
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You used to be a cop
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No way
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Did he arrest you or something
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No
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It's the stance
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The walk The shoes
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Not to mention the standard issue Glock
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the shoulder holster
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and he used police hand signals back at the house
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Not a street cop
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No Too smart
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You need to be in control
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So I'm gonna say detective
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Homicide or vice
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And he tries to hide it but he's from Queens
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Probably only been up here a few years
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Hey uh you do me too
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Huh
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Right here
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I almost feel bad taking this
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'cause you've basically got a fucking neon sign
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over your head that reads muscle
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Quebec right
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You got bullied in school
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Probably by Dad too
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So when you got bigger than everyone else
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you turned the tables
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Movie Summary
After a group of criminals kidnap the ballerina daughter of a powerful underworld figure, they retreat to an isolated mansion, unaware that they're locked inside with no normal little girl.
