Woman: You got that safe open yet or what?
Floyd: Your girlfriend is looking over my shoulder again. I swear, she says one more word. . .
Man 1: Honey, it's best if you let him work. Floyd, you better hurry up. That was a hell of a crash we made getting in.
Phelps: Hands up, all of you!
Man 1: Jesus! Jake, Morty! Come and blast this cop!
Woman: They're upstairs! Upstairs! This wasn't my idea, mister.
Phelps: You keep an eye on the girl.
Man 1: Your move, mister. Come get me.
Man 2: There he is! Blast him!
Phelps: Keep those hands up!
Give it up! LAPD!
Biggs: Ugh, my head. The bitch caught me napping, get after her.
Phelps: LAPD! Out of the car, lady!