Runner, Runner

Ivan: "You all right?"
Rebecca: "Yeah. Set."
Ivan: "You'll find another boyfriend when we land at the next stop."
Rebecca: "Younger and dumber next time."
Ivan: "Dumber won't be easy."

"I brought two idiots to Latin America, Richie. It's like sand to the beach, but what are you gonna do?"

"Holy shit, those are crocodiles!"

Ivan Block: "How is it going, fellas?"
Agent Shavers: "Better than you."

Richie Furst: "You really saw me coming, didn't you? The cars, the boats, the money, everything. You handpicked me, and you slow-played it perfectly."
Ivan Block: "What did you expect me to do, Richie? Walk into my party, accuse me of cheating in front of all my friends. I can't let that go by. That's the problem with your generation. You guys sat around with your vintage T-shirts and your participation medal, and you never did anything."

"Basically, this place is to crocodiles what Goldman Sachs is to pricks with skinny ties. There's just a fuckin' ton of them."

"Everyone gambles. They may call it something else, like the stock market, or real estate. But make no mistake, if you're risking something, you're gambling. And if you're gambling, then I'm the guy you want to see."

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, a really fucked-up one will be provided for you."