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, tu mean, just three days? Oh, my goodness! Oh, I'm having a bad day!
Sykes: Now, I lent tu some money, and I don't see it. Do tu 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 tu 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 tu 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 tu 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. tu 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 tu 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!