Nick Stahl: Jinx

How to Rob a Bank (and 10 Tips to Actually Get Away with It)

Jinx

Officer Degepse: What's the situation?
Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: I don't know. We're fine... unless you count being locked in a vault with armed assholes outside of the door.
Officer Degepse: Excuse me?
Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: No, no... not you people.
Officer Degepse: Excuse me?
Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: Oh god. Tell me you're not black or something. I didn't mean to...
Officer Degepse: Yep. I'm black. You got it.

Officer Degepse: How are you two holding up?
Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: Hey, I'm not holding up anything. That'd be the guys outside the vault.
Officer Degepse: Okay then. What's your status?
Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: I think my status and your status are the same status. Sort of... stuck status. Still locked in vault, unable to get out, surrounded by armed robbers who'd love to get in, and if they could get in the vault they certainly can't get out because they're surrounded by you who would love to throw them in prison, which, I don't think is part of their plan.

Officer Degepse: Hang in there while we continue to try to establish communication with the suspects.
Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: You want help?
Officer Degepse: Thank you, but we have the matter well at hand.
Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: Oh you... you have their phone number?
Officer Degepse: [getting flustered] No! They usually try to establish contact with us sometime around this point.
Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: Maybe you should just call them.
Officer Degepse: Thank you for your advice, but we'll have to wait for them to communicate with us. Okay?
Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: Alrighty then, but if you need their number just holler and I'll give it to you.

Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: It's called "exploding noema". It's a theory of psychoanalysis that describes the exact startling moment when the brain can't reconcile the difference between what should be and what actually is. Kinda like thinking you picked up a coke and you actually drink cigarette butts and beer. That moment is over now and your brain is facing the reality that if you even get up from that chair, this little gadget of yours it's gonna be a bunch of little gadget pieces.

Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: So, Simon, what's the deal? How do we do this?
Simon: How do we do this? Right. You tell me what it is you want. I yield to your demands. Then I give you what's called a counter-offer. I'll give you part of what you want, but not everything. So I have a decent bargaining position to deliver what is what I want. Got it?
Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: I don't think I like your attitude.
Simon: Thatta boy! Now you're beginning to get the feel.
Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: I want my twenty bucks. And... and... safely out of here.
Simon: What we have here is a symbiotic relationship. You want out, and I want in. And in the spirit of negotiation, I'd like to see you dead. You'd like to leave alive. So, let's just meet in the middle.

[first lines]
Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: Life is stealing from you. Literally. Surcharge by surcharge. Convenience is bleeding you dry. Nickel by nickel. Chump change. That dime you don't even bother to bend over to pick up on the sidewalk is the same dime you get bent over for by all these services. You want to call 411, that'll cost fifty cents. You want to actually place that call, that'll be an additional forty-nine cents. That adds up to guys like you and me. On any given day, I have twenty dollars before pay day. Whatever. But don't even think about trying to withdraw your money. It'll cost you $1.50 to get twenty dollars. Which means I only have $18.50 after the frickin' ATM takes its cut, which means I don't have 20 dollars. I have insufficient funds. That's why I'm here. So listen closely, because I'm about to tell you a secret - how to beat the system, and take charge of the surcharge in life.

Jessica: [as Jinx removes the tape covering her mouth] Fuck! That hurts you whiny little son of a bitch! I couldn't care less...
[Jinx places tape back over Jessica's mouth]
Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: Well then, skippy, if I wanted more verbal abuse I'd call some customer service center somewhere.
[Jessica tries to speak but only muffled sounds come out]
Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: What was that? I didn't catch that last part. Was that "sorry for being a bitch"? "I'll be nice now"?

Jessica: Mind if I make a suggestion?
Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: Fine. Why not?
Jessica: Tell him I can open the door, but you won't allow me to until he guarantees you safe passage out.
Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: [talking to Simon on the phone] She says she can open the door, but...
Simon: [interrupting] I heard her. It's a good plan. I'll give you my guarantee. 100%.

Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: [to Jessica] You are a smart, very capable woman. I'd go so far as to say...
[wipes blood from nose]
Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: ...you're a serious force to be reckoned with.

Jessica: Who's going to monitor a Duran Duran fan forum chatroom when there's real crime out on the streets?
Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: Wait a second. Did you just say Duran Duran?
Jessica: Yep.
Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: Why not, uh, Zepplin?
Jessica: Everyone knows Zepplin is a forum for CIA Counter Terrorism.
Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: Oh you've got to be effin' kidding me. Zepplin are spooks and Duran Duran are 80s pretty boy badass crime syndicate? That is just not right.

Nick: What's the deal?
Jason 'Jinx' Taylor: That seems to be my theme ever since I've locked myself in this frickin' vault.