I don't have to beat you. I don't have to beat you, motherfucker. I just have to keep you here... until Jean shows up.

Cold walls do not a prison make, nor iron bands a bondsman.

You're ten pints of crazy in a one-pint glass.

Maxilan, darling." Locke raised one eyebrow and smiled. "I knew you were driven, but I had no idea you could smoulder. Come, take me now! Jean won't mind; he'll avert his eyes like a gentleman.

Are you smarter than a pig, Locke?” “On occasion,” said Locke. “There are contrary opinions.

Yeah, but if I don't start my nervous pacing now, I'll never have it all done in time.

We’re a different sort of thief here, Lamora. Deception and misdirection are our tools. We don’t believe in hard work when a false face and a good line of bullshit can do so much more.