Out of Sight | 1998

Here, ma'am. Let me help you with these.

Beautiful young lady like you shouldn't be carrying groceries.

Let a man do that for you.

Now, I didn't ask for your help, so don't expect a tip.

Oh, that's okay, ma'am. I'll just take your car.

Happy birthday.

Did you fit another Chanel suit in here?

Something much better. Go ahead, open it.

Oh, my God. It's beautiful.

It's a, um...

Sig Sauer 380.

Right.

Oh, I love it!

Thanks, Dad.

Happy birthday.

How 'bout some more coffee?

You know, I can't.

I have to go out to Glades, and then I'm meeting Ray Nicolet at 10:00.

Which one is that? The A.T.F. Guy?

Actually, he's with the F.B.I. Now. He switched over.

He's still married, though.

Technically. They're separated.

Well, so he's moved out then.

He's about to.

Well, then they're not separated, are they?

Can we not talk about this?

What are you doing at Glades?

Serving process... a summons and complaint.

Some con doing mandatory life doesn't like macaroni and cheese.

So, he files suit. Says he doesn't have any choice in what they serve...

and that violates his civil rights.

You can step in, work full-time as one of my investigators.

No, thanks.

You used to like it.

Dad.

You'd meet doctors, lawyers... nothing wrong with them, if they're divorced.