Lucky Gagin: I’m gonna cut you in.
Poncho: Cut me in?
Lucky Gagin: Five grand.
Lucky Gagin: Five thousand bucks.
Poncho: You got that much money?
Lucky Gagin: I’m gonna get it.
Poncho: Yeah, lots of people gonna get lots of things, but they don’t.
Maxim de Winter: The woman that was washed up at Edgecombe, the woman that is now buried in the family crypt, that was not Rebecca. That was the body of some unknown woman, unclaimed, belonging nowhere. I identified it, but I knew it wasn’t Rebecca. It was all a lie. I knew where Rebecca’s body was. Lying on that cabin floor on the bottom of the sea.
Mrs. de Winter: How did you know, Maxim ?
Maxim de Winter: Because I put it there. Will you look into my eyes and tell me that you love me now ? You see ? I was right. It’s too late.