SOPHIE: I was right. It was like old times.
NATE: It was.
SOPHIE: Art theft, chases, dresses and tuxedos… I wish I got to see the real Ma Mystère.
NATE: Sterling might find it once he goes through Katrina’s files.
SOPHIE: I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you how I knew it was a fake. It’s just… it’s personal. But I really appreciate your faith. I treasure it.
NATE: You made a good point. I should trust you. I mean, I do trust you. I do. And… look, you and me…. we’re… me and you, we’re…. it’s just that…
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NATE: That’s how I found you. Your shoes. When you left that day, you were wearing your fancy shoes. The high heels — they’re high enough for fashion, low enough to run in.
SOPHIE: You never looked at my feet.
NATE: Didn’t have to. They sound different on the wooden floor.
SOPHIE: You’re so clever. What about the party?
NATE: Well, I mean if you were wearing those shoes, it meant one thing — an event. Which meant catering. So I called all the high-end caterers and I found that there was one party — an art auction.

Sterling: The painting, ma mystère, valued at 5 million euro, missing.

SOPHIE: Fights in every period, even on power plays?
NATE: How would you even know what—
SOPHIE: I thought this guy was like a minor league hammer, you know, like Dave “The Hammer” Schultz.
NATE: …who is she?
SOPHIE: Oh, a girl can’t watch hockey?
NATE: What did you steal?
SOPHIE: Something… hockey related… a certain trophy…
NATE: No, you didn’t! Not the Stanley Cup. No! I saw it last year in Boston!
SOPHIE: No, that was a fake and not a very good one. No no no no no, my engraver was awful.
NATE: Okay so, where’s the real one? 
SOPHIE: I don’t remember.
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SOPHIE: Let my partner on it, Vlad. We need him to pull it off.
NATE: Bring him in. Maybe he can tell us where Lord Stanley is.
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NATE: Are you messing with me?
SOPHIE: When did I ever lie about a grift?
NATE: So tell me where it is.
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NATE: So is it uhm, some place warm?
SOPHIE: I don’t remember.
NATE: Is it in Boston?
SOPHIE: Nate, I don’t remember.
NATE: You sure it’s the Stanley Cup?
SOPHIE: That, I remember.
NATE: Where’s the last place you remember having it?
SOPHIE: I don’t remember.

PARKER: Hatbox full of Euros, pouch of uncut diamonds, and a stolen Stradivarius — I’ve never lifted one of those.