"(...)
JOE
No hurry.
No hurry.
(to the boys)
All right, let's get to know one
another. With the exception of
Eddie and myself, who you already
know, you'll be using aliases.
Under no circumstances are you to
tell one another your real name or
anything else about yourself.
(...)
Okay, quickly.
(pointing at the men
as he gives them a
name)
Mr. Brown, Mr. White, Mr. Blonde,
Mr. Blue, Mr. Orange, and Mr.
Pink.
MR. PINK
Why am I Mr. Pink?
JOE
Cause you're a faggot.
Everybody laughs.
MR. PINK
Why can't we pick out our own
colors?
JOE
I tried that once, it don't work.
You get four guys fighting over
who's gonna be Mr. Black. Since
nobody knows anybody else, nobody
wants to back down. So forget it,
I pick. Be thankful you're not
Mr. Yellow.
MR. BROWN
Yeah, but Mr. Brown? That's too
close to Mr. Shit.
Everybody laughs.
MR. PINK
Yeah, Mr. Pink sounds like Mr.
Pussy. Tell you what, let me be
Mr. Purple. That sounds good to
me, I'm Mr. Purple.
JOE
You're not Mr. Purple, somebody
from another job's Mr. Purple.
You're Mr. Pink.
MR. WHITE
Who cares what your name is? Who
cares if you're Mr. Pink, Mr.
Purple, Mr. Pussy, Mr. Piss...
MR. PINK
Oh that's really easy for you to
say, you're Mr. White. You gotta
cool-sounding name. So tell me,
Mr. White, if you think "Mr. Pink"
is no big deal, you wanna trade?
JOE
Nobody's trading with anybody!
Look, this ain't a goddamn fuckin
city counsel meeting! Listen up
Mr. Pink. We got two ways here,
my way or the highway. And you
can go down either of 'em. So
what's it gonna be, Mr. Pink?
MR. PINK
Jesus Christ, Joe. Fuckin forget
it. This is beneath me. I'm Mr.
Pink, let's move on.
CAMERA leaves the team and goes to the blackboard
with the layout of the jewelry store on it.
