- [Ray has been declared dead]
- Ray Vecchio: Now let me get this straight, I'm here, my money's here but the computer says that I'm not really here so I can't have it.
- Cooper: I'm very sorry, sir. I'm gonna have to call head office and if you could just come back tomorrow...
- Ray Vecchio: Hey, I'm a cop. I may not be alive tomorrow.
- Cooper: Well, according to this, you're not alive now.
- Ray Vecchio: [Fraser and Ray are trapped in a bank vault] Check for ventilation.
- Fraser: Got it.
- Ray Vecchio: A vent?
- Fraser: Yes, and we are in luck, Ray; it is completely sealed off.
- Ray Vecchio: What?
- Fraser: Air tight, obviously for security. Rest easy, Ray, the money is perfectly safe.
- Ray Vecchio: Oh, that's a relief because for a moment there I was concerned all these little Thomas Jeffersons were going to run out of oxygen!
- Fraser: Ray, there is no need for either sarcasm or panic. We are in an eight by ten room with a ten foot ceiling. That gives us roughly eight hundred cubic feet of air. It is now 3:15 and the time lock is not due to open until 8 a.m. so there is no danger of us suffocating for at least... You know Ray, in situations like these, the Inuit...
- Ray Vecchio: Ohhhh, we're gonna die!
- Fraser: [calculating the drilling time] ... Now that is 130 minutes in total. The upshot of this, Ray, is that we need a plan.
- Ray Vecchio: Well, there is a plan, Fraser, and it goes something like this: They drill the door, they blow the door, they shoot us with automatic weapons, and we die.
- Fraser: Hmm. What about a happier plan, Ray? One in which we surprise them, we disarm them, and we rescue the hostages?
- Ray Vecchio: And we do all this with a tuning fork? Look, Fraser, if I had a choice between one of their plans and one of yours, I'd choose theirs. It's probably safer.
- Ray Vecchio: I believe the Greeks have a word for this: 'Hubris'.
- Fraser: Well, actually, no, Ray. Hubris is overweening pride or wanton insolence.
- Ray Vecchio: Hmm. What about 'pathos'?
- Fraser: Well, pathos is a quality in an artistic representation that excites a feeling of pity or sadness.
- Ray Vecchio: Hmm. What about 'onomatopoeia'?
- Fraser: Well, onomatopoeia is where any word imitates the sound or action of the thing it describes, i.e. 'woof', 'bow-wow', 'ribbit'...
- Ray Vecchio: Irony!
- Elaine Besbriss: All bills. Welcome back.
- Ray Vecchio: Any more good news, Elaine?
- Elaine Besbriss: Your disability application? It's been denied. The insurance doctor said, no man could sustain this kind of injury and live.
- Ray Vecchio: And the good news, Elaine?
- Elaine Besbriss: Uh, it can wait.
- Ray Vecchio: Elaine...
- Elaine Besbriss: They're burying you with full honours, Thursday, three o'clock. Don't be late.
- Fraser: You know, Ray, there's only one way to break out of here, rescue your sister, and prevent this robbery.
- Ray Vecchio: Yeah, how's that?
- Fraser: It'd be dangerous. You'd be risking your life. You'd have to trust me implicitly.
- Ray Vecchio: Yeah, well I don't trust you at all.
- Fraser: You don't really mean that.
- Ray Vecchio: Oh, yes I do. I mean, why should I trust you? In the last two years, you've risked our lives twenty-four times.
- Fraser: [imagining Ray's eulogy] I think I would have said that you were a good friend, and that you'd never failed me.
- Ray Vecchio: I didn't, did I?
- Fraser: No. Well, except for that one time.
- Ray Vecchio: What time?
- Fraser: Well, you know, Ray, in a situation like this, it really would be considered nitpicking.
- Ray Vecchio: How did I fail you?
- Fraser: You didn't really fail me, Ray. In fact, I'd almost forgotten about it.
- Ray Vecchio: Yeah, well, ten seconds ago you didn't forget about it. You see, this is so like you. Here we are, having a nice 'mano y mano', and you have to ruin it by being honest.
- Ray Vecchio: Well, I'm a dead man, Fraser. Some yahoo down at City Hall reads my insurance report, and flags my name in the city's central computer. Look at this: 'Vecchio, Raymond, deceased.' So then the central computer instructs the federal and state computers to cancel my driver's registration, my driver's license, and my social security card. So now I'm being buried on Thursday, and I can't even get my good suit out of the cleaner's!
- [at Francesca, turning off the car radio]
- Ray Vecchio: Will you shut that off?
- Francesca Vecchio: [turning the radio back on] No! I'm driving, I should get to hear what I want.
- Ray Vecchio: This is my car, okay? You've merely been given temporary dispensation as driver, which means you can keep your butt in that seat, your hands on the wheel, and your feet on the pedals and that's it.
- Francesca Vecchio: Well, thank you, Your Eminence. I'll remember that the next time you need somebody to back up your phony insurance claims!
- Ray Vecchio: Phony insurance claims? Well, let me tell you something - I have latent muscle damage which inhibits me from making three-point turns.
- [Francesca scoffs]