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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!