Matchstick Men

"You waited too long. No prize for you."

"You're not a bad guy, you know. You're just not a very good one."

Angela: "She said you were a bad guy. You don't seem like a bad guy."
Roy: "That's what makes me good at it."

Roy: "Rule Number 1: Don't work where you live."
Angela: [writing] "Don't... shit... where..."
Roy: [reading her notepad] "Rule Number 2: Don't write anything down!"

Roy: "I'm not a criminal. I'm a con man."
Dr. Klein: "The difference being?"
Roy: "They give me their money."
Dr. Klein: "That's a nice rationalization, Roy."

"I'm not very good at being a father, all right? I barely get by just being me."

Dr. Klein: "And your personal relationships?"
Roy: "What personal relationships?"
Dr. Klein: "When was the last time you were in one? ... You know... a relationship?"
Roy: "With a woman? A long time ago."
Dr. Klein: "Five years? Ten years?"
Roy: "Keep going, man..."

"Look, Doc, I spent last Tuesday watching fibers on my carpet. And the whole time I was watching my carpet, I was worrying that I, I might vomit. And the whole time, I was thinking, 'I'm a grown man. I should know what goes on my head.' And the more I thought about it... the more I realized that I should just blow my brains out and end it all. But then I thought, well, if I thought more about blowing my brains out... I start worrying about what that was going to do to my goddamn carpet. Okay, so, ahh, that was a GOOD day, Doc. And... and I just want you to give me some pills and let me get on with my life."