Roy: I gotta go. I've got a big business meeting.
Angela: This late?
Roy: Antiques. They wait for no man.
Roy: Let his greed meet his imagination.
Roy: Fourteen! You're fourteen! When'd you have time to get arrested?
Frank Mercer: You waited too long. No prize for you.
Roy: I'm not ver good at being a father, all right? I barely get by just being me.
Roy: Uhhh... uhhh... That was wrong what you did! And... and... you're a nosy parker! And that's no way for a young lady to behave! And... shame on you.
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.
Angela: If you're gonna get wet, might as well go swimming.
Roy: She left the door open. It was bitchin'.
Dr. Klein: I have news, your neurosis is small.
Roy: What? You fucking quack.
Roy: You lookin' for something, sucker?
Frank Mercer: Yeah. My partner. You seen him? He's been missing most of the week. Tall, good-looking guy.
Frank Mercer: Man, you are bad! Did you take your pills?
Angela: You don't have a TV? seriously you don't have a TV?
Roy: Well there's a couch, if you want to sit. Or over there if you prefer. Or the couch.
Answer: They needed to get the password for Roy's safety deposit box. They planted the camera and microphones so that they could listen in on the conversation and know what the password is.
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