Angela:
Bullshit!
Roy:
No bullshit. And watch your mouth at the table.
Angela:
[Angela laughs]
You're a con man?
Roy:
Con artist. Flim flam man, matchstick man, loser. Whatever. Take your pick.
Angela:
And that guy Frank?
Roy:
He's my partner. My protege...
Angela:
Teach me something...
Roy:
You're funny.
Angela:
Teach me something! A con.
Roy:
I'm not teaching you anything...
Angela:
Why not?
Roy:
Because you're far too bright and innocent and beautiful and I'm not going to screw that up like everything else!
Angela:
You really think that?
[pause]
Angela:
That I'm beautiful?
Roy:
No.
Angela:
Well, then why won't you? Because crime doesn't pay?
Roy:
No, it does. It does! Just not very well.
Angela:
Well, you seem to be doing alright by it!
Roy:
I'm not. Believe me. It's no fun doing what I do. A lot of times it's stealing from people who don't deserve it. Old people. Fat people. Lonely.
[pause]
Roy:
A lot of times I feel sick about it.
Angela:
Well, then why do you do it?