- Mr. Crenshaw: [bank manager impatiently waiting] Morning, Cassie, glad you could join us.
- Cassie Aveson: Sorry I'm late.
- Joyce Aveson: Hey, what took you so long? I thought you left the house right after me.
- Cassie Aveson: [tossing her hair back] I did. The traffic was unbelievable.
- Joyce Aveson: [sighs] Okay, I'll log you in. Go get your drawer.
- Cassie Aveson: Oh, Mom, please... I...
- [gives in]
- Joyce Aveson: Cassie, honey, I know that you wanna stay up all night and talk with your friends online, but you can't come in here twenty minutes late all the time.
- Cassie Aveson: Mom, this is like the second time this ever happened, just relax.
- Joyce Aveson: Actually, it's the third. If it happens one more time, Mr. Crenshaw's gonna let you go.
- Cassie Aveson: Did he say that? Why doesn't he just tell me to my face?
- Joyce Aveson: Because I'm the one that convinced him to hire you.
- Cassie Aveson: That is so passive-aggressive.
- Joyce Aveson: You may not need this job, but I do.
- Cassie Aveson: Oh, so I'm making you look bad, is that what you're saying? If I'm such an embarrassment to you, then why do you force me to work here?
- Joyce Aveson: Force you? Do you know how many kids your age are out of work? Besides, I thought you wanted to save for college.
- Cassie Aveson: I... you know, lately, I don't know about college.
- Joyce Aveson: You promised me you would enroll at the J.C. this fall.
- Cassie Aveson: Maybe I changed my mind.
- Joyce Aveson: Ugh, when are you gonna get serious?
- Cassie Aveson: [closes her eyes] Here we go again.
- Joyce Aveson: No, you don't wanna work, you don't wanna go to college like the rest of your friends. Look, I don't care what you do with your time, just... find something, anything you're passionate about, and do it.
- Cassie Aveson: Mom! Can we talk about this at home? I'm at work!
- Joyce Aveson: Ugh, you remind me so much of your father something funny.
- [leaves her cubicle to come around:]
- Joyce Aveson: Look, shrimp, let me help you with your jersey.
- Cassie Aveson: [much protesting] I don't need your help!
- Joyce Aveson: [looking at her daughter adjusting her hair] Your name-tag's upside down.
- Cassie Aveson: Mom, I didn't mean it, I just...
- [sighs]
- Cassie Aveson: I'm sorry.
- Joyce Aveson: [good-natured dismissive wave] You're right. It's just... uh, sometimes I forget.
- Cassie Aveson: What?
- Joyce Aveson: That you're all grown up.
- [they share a laugh]
- Joyce Aveson: Look, I know it's corny, but... to me, you're...
- [shakes her head]
- Joyce Aveson: always gonna be my baby girl.
- Cassie Aveson: [calling out to clients:] I can help with who's next in line!
- [whispers to Mom:]
- Cassie Aveson: It's not corny.
- Cassie Aveson: [to the masked robbers herding the bank clients] Please don't hurt them, please, I'll do whatever you want!
- Marie: [pointing gun down at Cassie] Grace and Abbie, they might be your friends. Don't confuse them with me.
- Marie: [kissing Nick as he drives] When we get to the hotel in Reno, I'm gonna throw this money, all that we got.
- Nick: Oh, yeah?
- Marie: Mm-hmm. And then I'm gonna throw you on top of it,
- [laughs]
- Marie: and then I want to take off my-
- [the bag is stuffed with paperbacks]
- Marie: What the hell is this?
- [Nick slams on the brakes]
- Marie: God!
- Nick: You gotta be kidding me!
- [makes U-turn, heads back]
- Marie: [screeches] I swear to God!
- [more screeches]
- Abbie Duncan: No, I'm not leaving without my Dad! You and Cassie should just go and get out of here!
- Joyce Aveson: No, we all go together.
- Cassie Aveson: No, I'm staying. You're always bugging me to have some ambition, right, to believe in something? Well, Abbie is my best friend...
- Joyce Aveson: Oh, Jesus...
- Cassie Aveson: ...and if I walk out on her at a time like this, then what kind of a woman am I?
- Joyce Aveson: You're gonna be a dead woman! And none of that idealistic garbage that I taught you will mean anything, do you hear me? Let's go, both of you!
- [grabbing both girls by the wrists]
- [last lines]
- Cassie Aveson: [as they sit together] Can I ask you a question? If someone you loved was kidnapped, and you had to get hold of a million dollars, what would you do?
- [nudging her]
- Agent Christine Mendoza: Me...? I'd probably rob a bank.
- [Cassie smiles]
- Abbie Duncan: Our agreement was everything over five hundred thousand. That's not enough for you?
- Marie: [holds revolver steadily aimed] I have expensive tastes.