The Best Left Ear Quotes

Lyle: [looking at his name on their new ID's] James Hymen? Come one, just once give me a cool name!
Left: A hundred and forty pounds? Try one sixty five!
Handsome: Try lifting some weights!
[as everyone is leaving Lyle still notices his bike is still laying on the ground]
Lyle: Hey, Charlie?
Charlie: Handsome? Think you can help him with his bike?
Left: Yeah, help Knievel set up for his next jump!

Left: Damn.
Steve: Where's my truck? What the fuck happened to my truck?

[as they are dangling from under the road way, after Left Ear's gotten all the explosives in place, and is about to insert the detonater]
Left: Just give me a minute.
Charlie: [impatiently] NOW?
Left: I'm about to insert this detonator tube, and if the brass touches the sides, we'll both be the last people we ever see.
Charlie: [suddenly looking very nervous] Take all the time you need.
Left: [after a long pause] Hey, Charlie?
Charlie: What?
Left: [pause] I love you, man.
Charlie: I love you too.

[timing the getaway to Union Station]
Handsome: It's either bad traffic, peak traffic, slit-your-wrist traffic... you know, five people died from smoking in between traffic lights today.
Left: You know, they do have the Metrorail, Rob, you could always use that.
Handsome: Yeah, that'd be ideal for carrying a ton of gold now, wouldn't it, genius?
Charlie: What's your guesstimate?
Handsome: The last twenty times I done this journey, you've got an average of thirty two minutes and a top time of fifty, but if we had green lights all the way, we could do it in fourteen minutes.
Stella: [poking fun] What? Couldn't get through traffic?

Handsome: [after learning the value of the gold they've stolen] Twenty-seven million...
Left: Say it again, man.
Handsome: [louder] Twenty-seven million!
Left: Again!
Handsome: *Twenty-seven million!*

Charlie: We set?
Lyle: Yeah. I've enhanced the viewing matrix to track both the Cartesian coordinates and three altitude angles to give the exact position and orientation of our baby.
Left: We're in Italy. Speak English.

Lyle: [tell the other what he's planning to do with his share of the gold] I'm getting a NAD T770 digital decoder with 70-watt amps and Burr-Brown DACs.
Left: [confused] Yeah...
Lyle: It's a big stereo. Speakers so loud, they blow women's clothes off!
Handsome: Now you're talking!

Left: [observing the front gate to Steve's house. He sees guard dogs] Shit.
[Speaks into his wire]
Left: This dude got dogs. I don't do dogs... I had a real bad experience, man.
Charlie: [from their Netcom Cable van] What happened?
Left: [speaking slowly to reiterate his point, irritated] I had. A bad. Experience. Damn it. "I'm" deaf!

[Lyle isn't answering Charlie's calls]
Handsome: He only answers to "The Napster" now, Charlie
Charlie: Oh, no. I am not calling you The Napster.
Lyle: Why not? You call him Left Ear.
Left: Well, I am.
Lyle: And him Handsome Rob.
Charlie: Well, that's because he is Handsome Rob!
Lyle: Well you can call me The Napster.

Left: [reading from a guide book] "Learn the language of poetry, art, romance, sex..."
Handsome: Unlike you, my friend, I don't need a guide book. Can we go?