Vincent: Seven years in Folsom. In the hole for three. McNeil before that. McNeil as tough as they say? Neil: You lookin' to become a penologist? Vincent: You lookin' to go back? You know, I chased down some crews; guys just lookin' to fuck up, get busted back. That you? Neil: You must've worked some dipshit crews. Vincent: I worked all kinds. Neil: You see me doin' thrill-seeker liquor store holdups with a "Born to Lose" tattoo on my chest? Vincent: No, I do not. Neil: Right. I am never goin' back. Vincent: Then don't take down scores. Neil: I do what I do best. I take scores. You do what you do best trying to stop guys like me. [shrugs] Vincent: You never wanted a normal-type life? Neil: What the fuck is that? Barbecues and ballgames? Vincent: Yeah. Neil: This regular type life, that your life? Vincent: No. My life is a disaster zone. I got a stepdaughter so fucked up, because her real father's this large-type asshole. I got a wife, we're passing each other on the down-slope of our marriage. My third. Because, I spend all of my time chasing guys like you around the block. That's my life. Neil: A guy told me one time: Don't ever let yourself get attached to anything that you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner [pause] Now, if you're on me and you gotta move when I move, how do you expect to keep a...a marriage? Vincent: That's an interesting point. What are you, a monk? Neil: No. [pause] I got a woman. Vincent: What do you tell her? Neil: I tell her that I'm a salesman. Vincent: So, if you spot me around the corner...you gonna walk out on this woman? Not even say goodbye? Neil: That's the discipline. Vincent: That's pretty vacant. Neil: It is what it is. Either that, or we better go do something else, pal. Vincent: I don't know how to do anything else. Neil: Neither do I. Vincent: And I don't much want to. Neil: Neither do I. Vincent: [laughs] You know, I have this recurring dream. I'm sitting at this big banquet table and all the victims of all the murders I ever worked are there...and they're staring at me with these black eyeballs because they got eight-ball hemorrhages from the head wounds. And there they are, these big balloon people because I found them two weeks after they'd been under the bed. The neighbors reported the smell and there they are all just sitting there. Neil: What do they say? Vincent: Nothing. Neil: No talk? Vincent: They have nothing to say. We just look at each other. They look at me and that's it. That's the dream. Neil: I have one where I'm drowning. I gotta wake myself up and start breathing or I'll die in my sleep. Vincent: You know what that's about? Neil: Yeah...having enough time. Vincent: Having enough time...to do what you want to do? Neil: Yeah. Vincent: You doing it now? Neil: No, not yet. Vincent: You know, we're sitting here, you and I, like a coupla regular fellas. You do what you do. I do what I gotta do. Now that we've been face to face...if I am there and I got to put you away? [pause] I won't like it. But, i'll tell ya...if it's between you and some poor bastard whose wife you're going to make into a widow, brother, you are gonna go down. Neil: There's a flip side to that coin. What if you do got me boxed in and I gotta put you down? [pause] 'Cause no matter what, you will not get in my way. We'e been face to face...yeah But I won't hesitate. Not for a second. Vincent: [smiles] Maybe, that's the way it'll be. Or...who knows. Neil: Or maybe, we'll never see each other again.