The entire British Empire was built on cups of tea, and if you think I'm going to war without one, mate you're mistaken.
Eddie
So, the only thing connecting us to the case, is in the back of your car which is parked outside?!
Eddie
There's no money, there's no weed. It's all been replaced by a pile of corpses.
Tom
They're lacking in a criminal credibility, ain't they? I might get laughed at.
Tom
Listen to this one: You open a company called the Arse Tickler's Faggots Fan Club. You take out an advert in the back page of some gay mag, advertising the latest in arse-intruding dildos, you sell it with, I dunno, "does what no other dildo can do until now", "the latest and greatest in sexual technology", "guaranteed results or your money back", all that bollocks. Now these dils cost twenty-five quid a pop - as a snip for the amount of pleasure they're gonna give the recipients. But they send their cheques to the other company name, nothing offensive, er, Bobbie's Bits or something, for twenty-five quid. You take that twenty-five quid, you stick it in the bank until it clears. Now this is the smart bit - you send back the cheque for twenty-five pound from the other company name, "Arse Tickler's Faggots Fan Club", saying we're sorry, we couldn't get the supplies from America because they ran out of stock. Now you see how many people cash that cheque - not a single soul, because who wants their bank manager to know they tickle arse when they're not paying cheques?
Tom
I'm not sure what's more worrying. The job or your past!
Bacon
Let me tell you about Hatchet Harry. Once there was this geezer called Smithy Robinson, who worked for Harry. It was rumoured that he was on the take. Harry's invited Smithy round for explanation. Smithy didn't do a very good job. Within a minute, Harry's lost his rag. Reached out for the nearest thing at hand which happened to be a 15-inch black rubber cock. He's then proceeded to batter poor Smithy to death with it. Now, that was seen as a pleasant way to go, hence, Hatchet Harry is the man you pay if you owe.
Bacon
A minute ago this was the safest job in the world. Now it's turning into a bad day in Bosnia.
Soap
Oi! Keep your fingers out of my soup!
Soap
You're not funny, Tom. You're fat, and look as though you should be, but you're not.
Soap
Guns for a show, knives for a pro
Soap
If the milk turns out to be sour, I ain't the kinda pussy to drink it.
Rory Breaker
If you hold back anything, I'll kill ya. If you bend the truth or I think you're bending the truth, I'll kill ya. If you forget anything I'll kill ya. In fact, you're gonna have to work very hard to stay alive, Nick. Now do you understand everything I've said? Because if you don't, I'll kill ya. Now, Mr. Bobble-and-Squeek, you may enlighten me.
Rory Breaker
Get Nick, that greasy wop, shistos, pesevengi, gamouri Greek bastard, if he's stupid enough to still be on this planet.
Rory Breaker
We're gonna do a proper decoration job. I want the grey skies of London illuminated. I want that house painted red.
Rory Breaker