Character: Debbie Ocean

Well, I guess a hundred and fifty million dollars of eight is better than goose egg at seven.

First of all, do not be nervous. In prison the food is better than many think and even alone can be quite peaceful. I want to say "thank you". The three weeks I spent just amazing and we all worked very hard for this moment. And whatever happens today, I want you to remember one thing: you didn't do it for me, you are not doing it for me. Somewhere there's an eight year old girl, who sleeps and sees, as will become criminal. Let's do it for her.

Is Leo? The same?
- There is only one Leo.
- Oh, Taylor Swift?
- The taste of you as white.
Why don't we just go there? Always something to steal?
- YES!!!

- How long have you all been planning this?
Five years, eight months and twelve days. So.

- Can I have a MetroCard? I'm tired of driving every day from Queens on the Board. You give the metro card?
And I don't have a metro card.
- No metro card?
- I don't have it.
- What are you, a tourist?
- You are adorable.
- You have it shipped to me for twenty bucks at subway?
You know what? We steal a hundred and fifty million and I'll buy all the travel, right?
- Comes.

- Now let's all imagine a hypothetical situation...
- How is it hypothetical?
- If you don't screw up, then it is real.
- Through five weeks, each of you will be sixteen and a half million dollars.

- Look, look, even if it were possible...
- It is possible.
Even if it were possible, we will need twenty people and half a million dollars.
Seven.
Seven million?!
- Seven people and twenty pieces.

Oh, how cute, the sky in the box, fence mesh.

- Where will you go?
Well, I've got forty-five bucks, so you can in anything does not deny.

- A good watch.
Is my brother.
- Legacy left?
- Stole.
- ?
- Come on, Dean, he stole those, too.