- Ernest Pratt: Oh, God it's hot. It must be a hundred degreees out here.
- Janos Bartok: Actually, it's a hundred and two. But it's a dry hundred and two.
- Ernest Pratt: What a relief.
- Janos Bartok: If it helps you can think of it as thirty-nine degrees Celsius.
- Ernest Pratt: Professor, this is America. We like our fahrenheit here. We don't need any sissy European Celsius system to tell us how hot it is.
- Ernest Pratt: I worry about you.
- [to Bartok, who is picking a door lock]
- Janos Bartok: Worry?
- Ernest Pratt: Yes. You're getting far too good at this.
- Janos Bartok: It is mere child's play. You know, Ernest, our recent series of burglaries has awakened in me the sorry state of security in this country.
- Ernest Pratt: Yes, well, I imagine you think you're the one to do something about it, though.
- Janos Bartok: Absolutely. I promise that I will not rest until I make it impossible for people like us to break into places like this.
- Ernest Pratt: Good for you, Janos. But, you know, as burglars go, our hearts are in the right place.