How to Steal a Million
1966
(Evaluating Nicole's cleaning-woman costume) Simon Dermott: Yes, that's fine. That does it. Nicole Bonnet: Does what? Simon Dermott: Well, for one thing, it gives Givenchy a night off.
Charles Bonnet: American millionaires must be all quite mad. Perhaps it's something they put in the ink when they print the money.
Simon Dermott: There's the bathroom, take off your clothes. Nicole Bonnet: Are we planning the same sort of crime?
(Nicole describes the burglar to her Papa) Nicole Bonnet: Well, it was pitch dark and there he was. Tall, blue eyes, slim, quite good-looking... in a brutal, mean way, Papa. A terrible man!
Charles Bonnet: This tall, good-looking ruffian with blue eyes, he didn't, er, molest you in any way, did he? (Nicole is staring off dreamily) Well, did he? Nicole Bonnet: Not much.
Nicole Bonnet: I keep telling you, when you sell a fake masterpiece, that is a crime! Charles Bonnet: But I don't sell them to poor people, only to millionaires.
Charles Bonnet: Don't you know that in his lifetime Van Gogh only sold one painting? While I, in loving memory of his tragic genius, have already sold two.
Nicole Bonnet: I feel like I'm going to faint! Simon Dermott: Don't, there's no room.
Nicole Bonnet: I can't drive a stolen car! Simon Dermott: Same principle, four gears forward, one reverse.
Nicole Bonnet: For a burglar you're not very brave, are you? Simon Dermott: I'm a society burglar. I don't expect people to rush about shooting me!
Nicole Bonnet: I didn't want to keep you waiting, so I got engaged to him. Is it alright? Am I on time? Simon Dermott: Perfectly. In fact, we have ten more minutes, so if you want to go back and marry him?
Charles Bonnet: I doubt very much if Van Gogh himself would have gone through so much trouble. Nicole Bonnet: He didn't have to. He was Van Gogh!
Nicole Bonnet: Is this how you normally work, by the mile? Simon Dermott: I'm thinking. Look at my forehead: all wrinkled!
Nicole Bonnet: Don't be such a baby, it's only a flesh wound! Simon Dermott: Happens to be my flesh.
Nicole Bonnet: You really are the smuggest and most hateful man.
Nicole Bonnet: I would like to remind you, Mr Dermott; ours is a business relationship.
Simon Dermott: (to Nicole, in the museum) You're the boss now, just do as I say.
Simon Dermott: (about to see Nicole to a taxi) Just one more tiny favour: like an idiot I forgot to wear gloves on the job. I may have left some fingerprints. Be an angel. Before you go to bed, just give the frame of the painting a little wipe with a clean cloth, ok? Nicole Bonnet: Certainly. Anything else? You wouldn't like a forged passport or some counterfeit money or... Simon Dermott: Oh, no no no. Nicole Bonnet: You're mad. Utterly mad. I suppose you want to kiss me goodnight? Simon Dermott: Oh, I don't usually, not on the first acquaintance, but you've been such a good sport... (he kisses her, she resists at first, than yields) Simon Dermott: (to the taxi driver) 38, Rue Parmentier, drive carefully. (to Nicole) Get a good night's sleep.