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Starring: Will Smith, Margot Robbie, Adrian Martinez, Gerald McRaney, Rodrigo Santoro, BD Wong, Brennan Brown, Robert Taylor, Dotan Bonen, Griff Furst, Stephanie Honoré

OUR RATING: ★★★☆☆

Story:

Romantic crime comedy-drama film written and directed by Glenn FicarraHonoré. Focus (2015) follows veteran con artist, Nicky (Will Smith), who takes amateur con artist, Jess (Margot Robbie) under his wing. While Nicky teaches Jess the tricks of the trade, the pair become romantically involved, but when Jess gets uncomfortably close, Nicky ends their relationship. Couple of years later they meet again in Buenos Aires, but now they are on opposing sides of the same scam; a billionaire international race car owner. The reunion throws Nicky off his game, placing his lucrative deal and his life in jeopardy.

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'There's two kinds of people in this world. There's hammers and nails. You decide which one you want to be.' - Nicky (Focus) Click To Tweet 'Here's the thing about lying. Here's the problem. It f***s up all your options. Paints you into a corner.' - Nicky (Focus) Click To Tweet

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Jess: Will you be my boyfriend, just for a minute. You’re not a serial killer, are you?
Nicky: That depends. How many times does it take to get to “serial”?
Jess: Five.
Nicky: Oh, no. We’re good.

Jess: [guessing flavors in the brandy] Burgundy?
Nicky: Very good.
Jess: It’s very confusing, isn’t it? How do you know it all?
Nicky: Mostly from drinking.
Nicky: Yeah. More you drink, more you learn.
Jess: In that case, I am the foremost expert in Jägerbombs.

Jared: Give me one f***ing reason why I shouldn’t do it!
Nicky: I’m drawing a blank.
Jared: What?
Nicky: I think you should shoot me. Let’s be honest, you’ve been aggrieved.
Jess: Don’t mess with him, Nicky. He’s done hard time.
Jared: I’ve done f***ing hard time.
Nicky: If you had any idea what I was about to do to her…
Jared: Shut up, man!
Nicky: She was going to be no good to you after that. So you should really shoot me.
Jared: What the f***?

Jared: You stop f***ing around! I’m going to f***ing kill you.
Nicky: You’d really be doing me a favor. Cancer. Tumor the size of a peach. Pull the trigger, you’ll see.
Jared: You got cancer?
Jess: He’s onto us.
Jared: Oh, s**t! I knew this wasn’t going to f***ing work!

Nicky: You guys suck.
Jess: Just give us the money.
Nicky: Or what?
Jess: Or he’s going to shoot you in the neck.
Jared: I don’t want to shoot a guy with cancer. Grandma Mukulski had cancer.
Jess: He doesn’t have cancer, you idiot!

Nicky: [to Jared and Jess] You guys really boned this thing. First of all, you got to wait till she gets my pants off. And then you got to give me a chance to run. That’s how you get the money. And you never drop the con. You never break. Die with the lie.

Jess: Then why did you come up here if you’re so smart?
Nicky: Professional curiosity. And I like boobs, you know. I figured it was a win-win. All thumbs, sweetheart. It was a bum lift.
Jess: It was a great lift.
Nicky: [referring to Jared] Please. He was so s**thoused, you could’ve taken his appendix. You suck.

Nicky: You really should be more aware. I’ve been behind you for two blocks, you didn’t see me?
Jess: I don’t have eyes in the back of my head.
Nicky: Well, if you’re going to play this game, you might want to grow a pair.
Jess: I can take care of myself.
Nicky: No, you’re going to get hurt.

Nicky: You shoot your partner, it proves you’re not together.
Jess: You kill your partner?
Nicky: You hope you don’t.
Jess: Does it work?
Nicky: He’s O for three.
Jess: So your father killed your grandfather?
Nicky: That’s the world you’re in. Dabblers get killed.

Jess: Look, I wasn’t born into this like you. I was a dyslexic foster kid. No prospects, no future. I mean, it’s a minor miracle I’m not a hooker right now. Tutor me.
Nicky: No.
Jess: Why not?
Nicky: I’m headed out of town.
Jess: Well, wait, look, I can pay you. If that helps.
Nicky: Whose wallet is that?
Jess: [looking at the ID card in the wallet] “Dr. Peter Woshilak.”

Nicky: Alright, we’re going to make this quick because it’s really cold. Now I’m going to show you a few touches, but at the end of the day this is a game of focus.
Jess: That’s very clever.
Nicky: Alright, now, attention is like a spotlight. And our job is to dance in the darkness.
Jess: [as he holds up her watch] I didn’t even feel you take that.
Nicky: The human brain is slow, and it cannot multitask.

Nicky: [to Jess] You’re thinking with your hands. You got to get inside the vic’s head, perceive from their perspective. Human behavior is very predictable. If I look at my hand, it naturally pulls your gaze and allows me to enter your space. But when I look up at you, it causes you to look directly at me.

Nicky: I touch you here, I steal from here. I tap you here, I steal from here. I tap you here. I steal from here. I step to here. You’re not going to slap my face, are you?
Jess: Why?
Nicky: You would if you knew where my hand was.
[he holds up her handbag]

'Human behavior is very predictable.' – Nicky (Focus) Click To Tweet

Nicky: Fat-A** Farhad is flying in.
Horst: Two, coed. He still got irritable bowel?
Nicky: Yep.
Horst: Man, he should do a cleanse.
Nicky: Horst, he is a four hundred pound Persian. He is not going to do a cleanse.

Jess: I want in.
Nicky: Maybe I’m just here to watch the game.
Jess: I asked around who ran the game in Harlem. The Limehouse Kid is your grandfather. Bucky Spurgeon is your father.
Nicky: Father is a very generous term.
Jess: And you’re Nicky Spurgeon. They call you Mellow.
Nicky: I’m all crewed up, sweetie.
Jess: Oh, come on. Please!

Jess: Can we skip the part where I speak through thinly veiled allure and lead you to believe there’s some earth-shattering hump in the works? Because I suck at that kind of stuff. I just want in.
Nicky: There’s no earth shattering hump in the works?
Jess: No.
Nicky: I don’t even get “thinly veiled allure”?
Jess: No.
Nicky: No baby voice? No lingering eye contact?
Jess: I am hopeless.
Nicky: That’s all my favorite s**t.
Jess: I’m sorry.
Nicky: Can I suggest that you learn? Professionally.

Jess: [tries to act sexy] Well, I mean, you could show me in your room?
Nicky: That is so bad.
Jess: Is it?
Nicky: Does it feel sexy on your face?
Jess: A little.

Jess: [referring to the sexy dress] Why do I have to wear this?
Horst: No one looks at your hands when you got that working for you.
Jess: I can’t breathe.

Horst: First things first. We stick to rich folks and no one with a cane or a wheelchair, it’s bad luck. Tommy’s the shade, Gareth’s the stick. All eyes on me until I make the mark an once I fan him, I tug my lapel. Two fingers means it’s a prat poke. Three fingers means the leather’s an insider. If it’s a cordeen or an ox tongue, I’ll scratch my nose, unless I use my thumb, which means I am actually scratching my nose. Anything on the left or the right tail I’ll cock my head, but nowadays keister kicks are ninety-five percent of it. So you just do the touch, and I ding the poke in the nearest mailbox, okay?
Jess: I’m sorry, what?
Horst: Okay, plan B. You two, come with me.

Nicky: You’re in.
Jess: Really?
Horst: Congratulations, you’re a criminal.

Nicky: There’s card games everywhere and they let anyone with enough cash in. Chances are, at least one of those guys you don’t know is a mechanic who can work a deck like Bill Clinton works a crowd.

Nicky: Married guys are the best. Who they going to tell?

Nicky: Every minute there’s something going on down here. Every bar, restaurant, hotel, everywhere. Guys working alone, working in teams. Not just cash either. Identity theft and credit card spoofing are big too. You can skim the data right off a credit card in about a second. But boosting a wallet only gives you an hour before the vic gets wise and the cards are canceled. So you put the card back. By the time the mark gets wise, he’s in Youngstown arguing with his wife over the charges we rack up before the bill comes.

Farhad: Who’s the girl?
Nicky: Her name is Jess, Farhad. She’s our intern.
Farhad: Ah. You’re hitting that?
Jess: I’m right here.
Nicky: No, Farhad. I’m not hitting that.
Farhad: You should hit that.
Jess: Yeah. Hi. Still right here.
Farhad: I’d totally hit that.
Jess: [to Nicky] He’s f***ing with me, right? Right?

Nicky: So we’re about thirty strong, everybody gets a percentage. We cover bribes and fall money for anybody who gets pinched, knock wood. We sell the ATM data to a guy in Singapore. The shopaholics here buy merchandise which we overnight back to ourselves and resell on the gray market. Yesterday we bought two MacBook Airs.
Jess: [picks up an expensive looking necklace] Oh, my God. That is incredible. Oh, do you think that maybe I…?
Nicky: No. Sell everything. Take no chances.

Jess: So, what about the big con? I thought you were all big time.
Nicky: Oh, you mean the one where we make so much money we all retire and get yachts and boob jobs. Yeah, that’s a fantasy. We are in the volume business. Safer that way.

Nicky: You can count on me.
Jess: Can I?
Nicky: Most would say no.
Jess: You seem trustworthy.
Nicky: Maybe you should take that cab.
Jess: Yep. Okay.
[Jess leaves, later Nicky turns up at Jess’s room and they have sex]

Farhad: Actually, I don’t know. I mean, I like the guy. I do, but people aren’t really his bag, so it’s hard to tell sometimes.
Jess: Yeah, I guess you can’t blame him. I mean, he told me about that thing with his dad and his grandfather. It was crazy.
Farhad: He told you that? I mean, I’ve heard that story, but never from him.
Jess: Really?
Farhad: You must throw a mean one. Damn.

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Jess: Who was the cop with the wandering hands?
Nicky: Oh, he was real. He just stumbled in.
Jess: Who hits on a grieving widow?
Nicky: I guess that’s just how fantastic you look in that dress.
Jess: What’s a girl to do?
Nicky: I can think of a couple things she could do.
Jess: Yeah. Me too actually.

Nicky: Want to go to the game tomorrow?
Jess: You have tickets?
Nicky: Of course. It’s one of the perks of the business.
Jess: [as she pulls the tickets out from her top] Oh. Do you mean these tickets?
Nicky: Okay, you’re going to need to stop that, alright? Stop showing off.
[they kiss]

Nicky: You got a light touch. You know, you’re kind of invisible out there. And you’re calm. You know, you get upside down, you don’t panic. You adjust. You actually rally when the going gets tough, which is rare. I’ve been in this for a really, really long time. And I’ve never seen anything like you.
Jess: Thank you. But I was actually talking about the sex.
Nicky: Oh, please. There’s a thousand hos better than you.
Jess: Woh! Please! I can’t believe you said that!
Nicky: You’re just laying there. You know? I’m like, “Come on, is this thing on?”
Jess: You’re mean.

Nicky: My dad, he said there’s two kinds of people in this world. There’s hammers and nails. You decide which one you want to be. He said there’s no room for heart in this game. That s**t’ll get you killed. He said I was soft. So he started calling me marshmallow.
Jess: Mellow. You’re a big old marshmallow, you are.

Jess: [referring to the football game] How did you get these tickets?
Nicky: Just one of the many wonderful things about being me.
Jess: Is this a bad time to mention I don’t really like football?
Nicky: Yeah. Like the worst time possible.
Jess: I’m sorry. It just seems like a lot of standing around all the time.
Nicky: Are you kidding?

Nicky: What is that you said, tomo ha de? What’s that?
Liyuan: It’s just an expression. It’s hard to explain. Rough translation’s, “I am f***ed.”

Liyuan: We have got to go to Vegas, right now. I have a jet. Oh, that was incredible. Did you see what she just did? And, you. Oh, you have got some big f***ing balls. You are my new f***ing hero.
Nicky: Double or nothing?
Liyuan: No! No f***ing way! Get the f*** out of my suite! Now!

Jess: I am going to kill you.
Nicky: Kill me later.

Jess: Oh, my God. How did you do that?
Nicky: Liyuan Tse. Legendary gambler. He bets on everything, anything. Huge cash bets, all the time. Once the Bellagio put Bill Gates out of the high-rollers suite because Liyuan was flying in. He is the perfect vic.
Jess: But how did you know who he was going to pick?
Nicky: We told him to. We’ve been telling him all day.

Nicky: [referring to Liyuan] From the moment he left his hotel room, we’ve been priming him. Programing his subconscious. He’s been seeing the number fifty-five all day long. On the elevator. In the lobby. Even the stick pin on the doorman. Not only that, we loaded his route from the hotel to the stadium. He looks out the window, primers are everywhere. Now, he doesn’t see it, but he does. There’s no getting around it. He even sees Farhad. Suggestions are everywhere. From the number of flowers in a vase to the tramp stamp on the hooker we sent to his room last night.
Jess: That is genius.
Nicky: Yeah. And it’s not only what he sees. It’s what he hears.

Nicky: The Mandarin word for five is woo. There are one hundred and twenty-four “woo-woos” in “Sympathy for the Devil.” Now, he’s not registering it, but it’s all there. So when he picks up those binoculars, looks out on the field, sees a familiar face with the number fifty-five on his jersey some tittie voice in the back of his mind says: “That’s it.” And he thinks it’s intuition. And he picks.

Nicky: And you, being in the dark, was the convincer. We call that the “Little Blind Mouse.”
Jess: I’m the “Blind Mouse”? You’re such an a**hole. You can’t tell me that’s one hundred percent real.
Nicky: Well, it’s probabilistic. Farhad has it at about fifty-nine percent, but it’s better than Vegas.
Jess: And what if he picked wrong?
Nicky: Double it till it happens.
Jess: That’s amazing. You’re amazing. Nicky!
[she kisses him]

Nicky: It’s eighty. The job is over. You did great.
Jess: You’re kidding, right?
Nicky: [to the driver] Take her to the airport.
Jess: No, I’m not going to the airport. Wait, can you just talk to me? Can you just…
Nicky: I’m sorry.
Jess: Nicky?
Nicky: You did great. You did great.
Jess: What’s going on? Answer me!
[Nicky leaves]

Nicky: Hey! Where are the black people?!

Pretty Woman: [as Nicky is acting drunk] Maybe you should slow down a little.
Nicky: No. No. No. I just want to talk to the man, and this is a free country. Buenos Aires is a free country, right?
Pretty Woman: No, Buenos Aires is a city.

Nicky: [referring to Garriga] Is he a mark?
Jess: No, we’re together. Have been for a long time. I’m out of the game.

Nicky: This is water.
Bartender: No, sir, it’s vodka.
Nicky: It’s water.
Bartender: Sir, I know who you are. Marcello told me about you and your condition, so back off.

Owens: Mr. Garriga is not a guy you want to cross. Me neither. Now just what part of the plan calls for a tray full of appletinis? Pledging a sorority?
Nicky: I’m just rethinking the plan a little bit.
Owens: Goddamn prima-donna delicate-science bulls**t. You are not splitting atoms here, pal. This ain’t CERN, just do what you’re being paid to do. S**theel.

Garriga: Why are you punching?
Nicky: You stole from me! Nobody steals from me!

Owens: [referring to Nicky punching Garriga] Oversold it a bit, didn’t you?
Nicky: I was just caught up in the moment.

Nicky: I want three million euro.
McEwen: Well, f***. Jesus.
Nicky: It’s the EXR.
McEwen: The EXR. You’re Father f***ing Christmas to me, mate. I’m going to need to see some proof. You understand? Proof.

McEwen: [referring to Jess] Oh, yeah. She is a beauty. I love these race skanks.
Nicky: She’s not a race skank.
McEwen: Of course she’s a f***ing race skank, the town’s lousy with them.
Nicky: Can we get back to business? Please.
McEwen: She’s a little small on top for my taste, but who cares.
Nicky: One man’s small is another man’s perfection. It’s like a “breasts are a subjective opinion” topic.
McEwen: Maybe if you’re booking a fashion show, mate. I’m talking about f***ing slapping balls, mate.

Nicky: Hey, you need to put some clothes on.
Jess: Excuse me?
Nicky: There’s Australian people here.
Jess: What is that supposed to mean?
Nicky: I’m just saying, Jess. They shipped all those people down there for a reason.

Jess: Are you working an angle on Rafael?
Nicky: No, Jess. I’m working for him. But I wouldn’t trust him if I were you.
Jess: But I should trust you?

Jess: Nicky, if Rafael sees us together, I don’t know what’s going to happen, okay? He’s the jealous type. You need to stay away from me.
Nicky: F*** Rafael.
Jess: And, Nicky? You’re still an easy lift.
Nicky: [Jess throws him his wallet] Stop touching my s**t, Jess.

Jess: Malbec?
Nicky: Yes, it is. Where’d you learn that?
Jess: It’s all they drink here, and it says it on the label.

Jess: Nicky, you taught me so much. But I’ve learned a lot since then. And I’d really like to show you all the things I’ve learned. Like how I learned how to play men, like I just played you. How does it feel?
Nicky: Wow.
Jess: Yeah.

Jess: I think you’re losing it. That was pathetic. I’ll keep you safe? What was that?
Nicky: That was a…
Jess: Does that work? Does that get you laid?
Nicky: Hey, that was not a line.
Jess: I’m not falling for your s**t again. Okay? And I’m very happy.
Nicky: So stay away from me.

Farhad: Hey, let’s get a steak.
Nicky: A steak? It’s nine in the morning.
Farhad: Take that up with God.

Nicky: God, look at you! You’ve lost so much weight.
Farhad: I did a cleanse.

Farhad: You must be really turned on by all these beautiful women here.
Jess: I suppose.
Farhad: You do more than suppose.
Jess: What does that mean?
Jess: [Farhad sticks his tongue out and waggles it] Oh, dear God.
Farhad: I’m just saying.
Jess: Please, never make that face again. I don’t even want to know what that means.
Farhad: Oh, I think we do.
Jess: I think we don’t. God, I missed you.

Farhad: It’s alright, everybody knows you’re a lesbian. It’s completely fine.
Jess: Who knows I’m a lesbian?
Farhad: It’s especially fine to me.
Jess: Where are you getting this from?
Farhad: Every other time you speak, I smell a v***na.
Jess: It’s not true.
Farhad: That’s not a bad thing, believe me.

Farhad: Listen, you got Nicky all nuts.
Jess: I do?
Farhad: Yeah.
Jess: Good.
Farhad: I’ve never seen him like this. You know, he’s barely worked since New Orleans.
Jess: Seriously?

Jess: I don’t care what Nicky told you, I’m not falling for this s**t.
Farhad: I don’t think you got that right. He seems different now, and I’ve known him a long time.
Jess: How do I know that?

Jess: [referring to the necklace she’d liked in New Orleans] I can’t believe you kept it. Or found it, or replicated it. I don’t know with you.
Nicky: No, I kept it.
Jess: Thank you.

Jess: So Farhad said you didn’t work for a long time.
Nicky: Yeah, a couple years. Just didn’t feel right. I even reached out to my dad. I hadn’t seen him in years. I asked him if he’d ever gone straight before. “Of course. I go straight every time I’m on parole. Now drink a cup of concrete. Man up.”
Jess: Solid advice.

Jess: How’s that working out?
Nicky: Well, thought I was ready to work. Then the girl walked in.

Jess: Why are you going to all this trouble, Nicky? What do you want from me?
Nicky: I can convince anyone of anything. I once convinced a man that an empty warehouse was the Federal Reserve. So I’m good.
Jess: Yeah. You’re the best.
Nicky: But what I really want is to tell you that I’ve changed. And tell you that I am sorry. And I just want you to believe me.
Jess: You know I want to believe you. I want to believe you.
Nicky: I’m different now.
Jess: I have to be getting back. I can’t do this, I’m sorry.

Nicky: [as he finds Jess waiting outside his room crying] Did he do something to you?
Jess: No.
Nicky: Jess, did he put his hands on you? Tell me what happened.
Jess: Just kiss me.

Nicky: I have to leave soon. I want you to come with me. I know you think you love him, but I want you to come with me tonight.
Jess: I don’t love him. I just, but I…
Nicky: But you can’t trust me. I understand that. If you come with me, we’ll figure it out.

Owens: There’s a lazy Sunday softness to your generation. Makes me uncomfortable. I like to be on my feet. I’ll lie down when I get cancer, or if I f***. Both of which will be done on my back, in case you were wondering.
Nicky: No, actually, I wasn’t wondering. But thank you for sharing that.
Owens: Sarcasm. Another pillar of your generation. You want to tell somebody to f*** off, tell them to f*** off. Don’t say, “Jee, what a great jacket.” It’s weakness.

Owens: You know why you don’t sleep well?
Nicky: No, tell me.
Owens: You, with your iPhones, and your smartphones, and your laptops, and computers. All of which produce nothing but a barrage of useless information. F***ing Twitter. As if anyone actually cares that you’re eating a turkey sandwich for lunch. Sorry. Panini.
Nicky: Sarcasm?
Owens: Satire. F***ing panini.

Nicky: What, Garriga has you f***ing following me?
Owens: I got people there.
Nicky: My computer guy.
Owens: Why? Is there a problem?
Nicky: There won’t be because he’s f***ing here.
Owens: I got a little red hair on my taint that tickles when something’s afoot. And lately, I’ve been scratching my nethers like a f***ing macaque.

McEwen: [to Nicky] You’re my new f***ing favorite person, fella. I f***ing swear you’re f***ing six inches f***ing taller and twice as f***ing handsome since you walked in here!

Nicky: I wish you the best of luck.
Garriga: Friends like you, who needs luck? Now f*** off!

Garriga: [to Nicky and Jess] Do you really think I’m such an amateur that I would not have someone with McEwen? Someone to keep eyes on you? Hm? Twenty years in this business teach you never to be too careful.

Nicky: Your security was tight. It was tighter than I expected. I thought I could break the key, but I couldn’t. Then I saw Jess at the party, and when I found out that the two of you were together, I knew she was my in. So I used her. And I’ve been using her. You see, there’s a science to getting people to trust you. With women, it’s all about emotion, connection. That you feel the emotion as strongly as they do. They’ve been dreaming about that s**t ever since they were little girls. With her, it was shared history. A friendly face, set her off balance. Helps diffuse aggression. Start discussing emotional s**t, they’re disarmed. Now they’re open.

Nicky: You know you got them when they start to unconsciously mimic you. A head nod, a hand gesture. It means you’re in sync. Sociologists refer to it as the Gauchais Reaction. And then you move in for the kill. You tell them how they’ve changed you. Changed how you see the world. Then you close. A talisman. A gift that says, “You’ve always been in my thoughts.” The necklace had a wireless keylogger in it. All I needed was for her to enter your room. And when she did that, I had what I needed.

Jess: Garriga’s not my boyfriend.
Nicky: What?
Jess: I hardly even know him.
Garriga: She’s just a race skank.
Jess: What’s a race skank?
Nicky: But I saw you…
Jess: No. You saw what I wanted you to see. You taught me that, remember?

Garriga: A headache. A period. Right? The world’s longest period. She’s never even been in my room.
Nicky: What?
Jess: We’re so screwed.
Nicky: What the f***?

Jess: I was trying to steal his watch.
Garriga: This watch?
Jess: Yes!
Nicky: You’re not still doing watches.
Jess: It’s a Piaget Emperador, it’s worth two hundred grand.

Jess: I’d been on him for a week, I was waiting for my chance, and then you showed up.
Nicky: You are so much better than watches, Jess.
Jess: It’s what I am good at, and I like it!

Nicky: You did all of this to make me jealous?
Jess: No, some of it was payback for New Orleans. But, yeah, to make you jealous.
Nicky: I cannot believe you lied to me.
Jess: You can’t believe I lied?
Nicky: Can’t believe it.

Jess: You can’t believe I lied?
Nicky: I can’t believe it.
Jess: Oh, that’s so rich from you. So rich.
Nicky: That’s what you want to say to me?
Jess: Yeah, because there’s always a job. Always a job.
Nicky: Be sure. Because I just tried to save your life.
Jess: By lying! Because you’re always lying, Nicky! I don’t know when you’re telling the truth. And now we’re dead.

Nicky: Here’s the thing about lying. Here’s the problem. It f***s up all your options. Paints you into a corner.
Owens: What the f*** you talking about? Are you out of your mind?
Nicky: And then you’re forced to do some really dumb s**t.
Owens: You want to die?
Nicky: Well, if I die, I want to die telling the truth. And if I lie, I want to lie like normal people lie. I want my wife to say, “Hey, honey. Do I look fat in these jeans?” And I want to say: “No, sweetie. You look terrific. You should wear those.” That’s how I want to lie. But this, if I’m done, I’m going to tell the truth.

Jess: [as Nicky looks like he’s about to die] Nicky, look at me. Look at my eyes. I love you, okay? I love you. Please. Please, don’t do this. Please. Please. I trust you. You cannot leave me again. Please, do not leave me again. Please.

Owens: [referring to Nicky] It’s going to be okay. He is not going to die. Do you hear me? He is not going to die. Probably.

Owens: Good Lord, I cannot believe that you made me shoot you. And then for what? So that you can make cow eyes at some race skank!
Nicky: She is not a race skank!
Jess: I’m not a race skank!
Owens: You die with the lie, Mellow, and you still just might.
Nicky: F*** you. Don’t call me Mellow.
Owens: Jesus H. Christ.

Jess: [to Owens] You’re his dad?
Nicky: In the loosest f***ing possible terms.

Owens: I’ve been working for this p**ck Spaniard for three years and he’s got a guy at McEwen and doesn’t tell me? What the hell ever happened to trust?
Jess: Are we almost there?
Owens: I bust my a** to get you that EXR crap. And then the girl walked in.
Nicky: Don’t be an a**hole.
Owens: That any way to talk to your father?
Nicky: You’re not my father. You walked away.

Owens: I took you off the street. Taught you my trade, I taught you my passion. Three generations of skills. And in spite of all my earnest efforts, in spite of all my hard work you turned into a good person. Well, I just, go figure. And I left you on the street for a good Goddamn reason.
Nicky: Because I was soft.
Owens: Oh, that just shows what you know, you dumb son of a b**ch.

Owens: [to Nicky] We had a good thing going. And then one day, like seven years in, we’re running this poker deal in Boston, .and a guy pulled a gun. F***ing gun. Glock. First time I’d ever seen one. And I’m just, I’m paralyzed. And all I could think about was the kid. That night I walked, I never looked back. Love’ll get you killed in this racket. No place for that s**t here. No happiness with that. You know how they say there’s honor among thieves. Well, you’re no thief, Mellow. You made your choice. So I’m taking the money. All of it.

Jess: Well, that explains a lot.
Nicky: Yeah, that’s Dad.

Nicky: I don’t know what we’re going to do now.
Jess: We’ll be fine.
Nicky: How?
Jess: Trust me. Oh. I got you.
[then Nicky notices she is wearing Garriga’s watch on her wrist and smiles]

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