How to Steal A Million

"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!"

"I didn't want to keep you waiting, so I got engaged to him. Is it alright? Am I on time?” ~"Perfectly. In fact, we have ten more minutes, so if you want to go back and marry him?"*~

"I can't drive a stolen car!" ~"Same principle, four gears forward, one reverse."*~

"There's the bathroom take off your clothes."* ~"Are we planning the same sort of crime?"~

"For a burglar you're not very brave are you?" ~"I'm a society burglar. I don't expect people to rush about shooting me."*~

"Well, you don't think I'd steal something that didn't belong to me, do you?" ~"Eh... excuse me. I spoke without thinking."*~

"If you'll tell me what you're doing and why I'll buy you a cowboy suit and a set of trains."

"I want you to take a long last look at the blue sky, green grass, the trees and the river all of which I loathe, personally. Which is why a juicy stretch in a cozy French prison wouldn't bother me at all."*

"This is crazy you should be in jail and I should be in bed."

"Your arm is much better." ~"Oh no, no, it hurts terribly. It hurts."*~ "It's the other arm." ~"The infection is spreading."*~

"OK, you're the boss just do as I tell you."*

"I hadn't counted on so much togetherness." ~"It's the height of the tourist season. This is the best I could do."*~

"You're mad, utterly mad. I suppose you want to kiss me good night?" ~"I don't usually, not on my first acquaintance. But you've been such a good sport."*~