- Leo Gillette: I believe this is yours.
- [holds up Sam's diary containing a record of their planned heists]
- Leo Gillette: It's an impressive read: bold, yet meticulous strategies. I love the one where you tried to figure out how to pinch the Stanley Cup. It's very... Canadian.
- Stan: Where have you been? You missed the division meeting this morning.
- Kevin: [to Stan] Uh, I'm on the phone Stan
- [to phone]
- Kevin: Go ahead.
- Stan: Word is you haven't closed a file in a week. What's wrong brainiac? Can't seem to...
- Kevin: Hey Stan? Eat shit, kay?
- [back to phone]
- Kevin: What? Oh nothing, just flushing my life down the toilet.
- Leo Gillette: [about Sam's diary] Don't worry, I skipped the more personal entries. I'm a thief, not a scoundrel.
- Toy Robot: [Sam is practicing fitting underneath a grid, and everytime she touches the line, the robot goes off] Access Denied!
- Sam: I'm warning you.
- Toy Robot: Access Denied!
- Sam: *Ugh!*
- Toy Robot: Access Denied! Access Denied!
- Sam: Oh, that's it, you're dead!
- Kevin: Hey hey hey hey, leave our son alone! He's just doing his job, aren't you Robo-Boy?
- Leo Gillette: Bottom line, I need this job executed with a perfect finesse.
- Kenny: [from outside] Damn it!
- Leo Gillette: Oh, and you'd be amazed at what little finesse there is for hire.
- [Looks at Kenny, who has spilled coffee all over himself trying to open the cup]