Mickey Pearson quotes from The Gentlemen (2020)

Mickey Pearson

I you wish to be the king of the jungle, it's not enough to act like a king. you must be the king. There can be no doubt. Because doubt causes chaos and one's own demise.

Mickey Pearson

There's only one rule in the jungle: when the lion's hungry, he eats!

Mickey Pearson

Hello, my love. It's date night tonight. Nine o'clock, you and I, River Cafe. Who's there? [hitman appears behind Mickey] Ros, who's there? [hitman is shot by Ray]

Mickey Pearson

You didn't think I'd find out? Having me followed for months? Yeah. You crossed the line, and that comes with a price. You raided one of my locations. You know the rules, George. What the **** were you thinking? You raided one of my locations. What the **** were you thinking? What the **** were you thinking, George? Should you try and undermine me, or should you attempt to threaten my position again, I will be forced to accept your call to arms. Do you understand? Good. Now, I can see you're feeling somewhat under the weather. That's because I spiked your tea with a nasty little parasitic genus called shigella. Left unattended, you will shit yourself to death before the sun doth set. [referring to drink dissolving tablets] I suggest taking two of these fizzy biscuits. You'll be fine in an hour or two, long enough to consider your past indiscretions. And, George, if I can get to you in your own kitchen... I can get to you anywhere.

Rosalind Pearson

Look, I don't want you knocking around here feeling all unemployed and lost with yourself.

Mickey Pearson

Well, **** me. Most wives would beg their other halves to get out of this game, but not you.

Rosalind Pearson

That's because I know you, darling.

Rosalind Pearson

Ah! He's bought you a gun. That's a nice little gift. Five years in prison, all in one little box.

Mickey Pearson

Oh, but that's not a gun, dear. That's a paperweight.

Rosalind Pearson

Course it is. Along with a family of six baby bullets.

Mickey Pearson

I like middle age. I like gentrification, private schools, fine wines, and a spoonful of caviar to help my medicine go down. But most importantly, I'm looking forward to spending more time with you.

Rosalind Pearson

Of course you are.

Dry Eye

I understand you're getting out.

Mickey Pearson

Getting out. Getting out of what? Bed? My head? The closet? Don't flirt with me, Dry Eye. I'm a busy man.

Dry Eye

I hear you're getting out of the game. And I would like you to consider an offer.

Mickey Pearson

Look, I'm going to stop you right there, so you don't waste any more of your precious breath, young man. This is not a discussion for the two of us. Unlike the salt and pepper, it's not on the table. I am not for sale. And even if I was, you're several zeros short. Now, you may be able to buy your man's sausage for that, but to me it just looks rude at breakfast.

Dry Eye

You're out of touch. You're forgetting the laws of the jungle, looking down on me. Now, when the silverback's got more silver than back, he best move on before he gets moved on. It's not dignified. It's beneath you, Michael. Trying to do you a favor. This is a big **** number. [pause]

Mickey Pearson

And this? Well, this is a big **** gun. [shoots Dry Eye from under the table] Eyes not so dry now, are they? Hurts, does it? You looking for your balls, or a hole in the wall?

Dry Eye

****!

Mickey Pearson

Where the **** do you think you're going? Because you're not going out the way you came in, you deluded duck-eating ****! Talking to me about the laws of the jungle. What was it? Something about being beneath me? Silver on back? There's only one rule in this **** jungle! When the lion's hungry, he eats! [shoots Dry Eye]

Rosalind Pearson

Look, you'll have to do this elegantly, love. If word spreads that you're getting out, that could read as weakness. And if you smell smoke, it's because there's a fire, and that could get expensive. So you're going to have to stamp that out without any gentrification. But not you, love. Don't you do anything messy. That's why you've got people, remember? [grabs Mickey's crotch gently]

Mickey Pearson

I **** love you, babe.

Rosalind Pearson

Of course you do.

Mickey Pearson

Any chance?

Rosalind Pearson

No, you can wait. I've got a red-hot Russki with her finger on the trigger. I got to deal with it.

Mickey Pearson

No sooner do I entertain Matthew's offer to buy me out, and reject Dry Eye's offer, does one of my farms get raided.

Rosalind Pearson

First time ever.

Mickey Pearson

Doesn't feel like a coincidence, does it?

Rosalind Pearson

It isn't. There's ****ery afoot.

Mickey Pearson

How did they find it?

Ray

I don't know. I'm making inquiries.

How does anyone grow fifty tons of super skunk without letting anyone else know how they do it?

Mickey Pearson

I'm flattered to hear that from you, Matthew. I imagine that big brain of yours is sweating a stream of tears just trying to figure it out.

Brilliance should be acknowledged

Mickey Pearson

It's the new gold rush. This is the thin end of a very fat wedge, sir.

Matthew

If it's such a fat wedge, why don't you keep it?

Mickey Pearson

You see, I've developed a reputation as a man who came up the hard way. You could say that there's blood on these pretty white hands. But in the new business, once legal and under the jurisdiction of the respectable umbrella of ministerial legitimacy, an enterprise like this will need a face with a clean past, which sadly I do not possess. Retirement doesn't sound so bad. Long walks in the countryside, pruning roses with my better half, raising some cubs. I've earned it.

Mickey Pearson

Making a splash with the gentry.

Oh, I like to make a splash whenever possible.

Mickey Pearson

Well, you also seem to understand the significance of a proper attire.

Indeed I do. I believe a sense of ownership is vital in every aspect of life, perhaps never more so than when it comes to wardrobe. For every look there is a season, and for every season a strategy.

Fletcher

Now starts the alpha dance. They're not really talking about clothes, Raymond. Oh, **** no. They're like a pair of old doggies sniffing round one another's intellectual assholes. It's a good old-fashioned ****-off, Raymond.

Mickey Pearson

Bobby.

Boss?

Mickey Pearson

I'll have a pint and a pickled egg.

Coming straigt up.