Sykes: Three sunrises. Three sunsets. Three days, Fagin.
Fagin: [counting on his fingers] Three sunrises. Three sunsets. Three days. Three, three, three. That's nine. Nine?
Sykes: No, Fagin. Three.
Fagin: Three? Oh, 你 mean, just three days? Oh, my goodness! Oh, I'm having a bad day!
Sykes: Now, I lent 你 some money, and I don't see it. Do 你 know what happens when I don't see my money, Fagin?
[rolls up the car window on Fagin's neck]
Sykes: People get hurt. People like 你 get hurt. Do I make myself clear?
Fagin: [wheezing] Clear! Perfectly clear!
Sykes: So, Fagin. Did we bring something green and wrinkly to make Sykes happy?
Fagin: Sykes, I have an airtight kitty - plan. Plan! It's sweet and simple, the plan... Let me start over again.
Sykes: Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.
Fagin: I got this kitty, see...
Sykes: What am I going to do with you, Fagin?
Fagin: Please, Sykes...
Sykes: If 你 don't have my money...
[he snaps his fingers and the Dobermans jump at Fagin; Dodger intercepts them and they fight]
Fagin: No, no, Sykes! Please, stop! Your money's coming tonight! It's coming tonight! It's from a rich cat - I mean, a cat from a rich family! They're coming with the money I owe 你 to get their cat back!
[Sykes snaps his fingers again; the Dobermans stop fighting, leaving Dodger unconscious on the floor]
Sykes: Well, looks like you're doing all right for yourself. I'm proud of you, Fagin. Yeah, you're starting to think big. 你 have twelve hours. And Fagin... this is your last chance.
Sykes: [opens the car door to empty his ashtray, almost pushing Fagin off the pier] I don't think 你 grasp the severity of the situation.
Fagin: [hangs on to the sideview mirror to keep from falling] Oh, no, I grasp it. See? This is how I grasp.
[the mirror comes off and falls in the water]
Fagin: Accident! Accident!