Fletcher quotes from The Gentlemen (2020)

Fletcher

Enter our protagonist. He's good looking. He's gorgeous. He's golden age. He's a proper handsome ****. His name is Mickey Pearson. Unique background has our Mickey. American born, Rhodes scholar. So he's born clever, but poor. Now that's quite a leap from a trailer park in Americana to the thousand year-old university in old Angleterre, where he studies the dark art of horticulture. But he never finished his education, never went home, because he found his vocation. A naughty vocation. He's a bad boy. He starts dealing the dirty wonder weed to his rich, British, upper-class uni pals, and realizes he's rather good at it. But now the plot begins to thicken. He has reached a crossroads in his life. The middle class and the middle age, they've got to him. They've corrupted his appetite for the horrors. He's gone soft. He wanted to cash in his chips, and get out of the game, and he seems to have found the perfect customer.

Fletcher

He wants to ruin him, but I am here to do you a favor. And it's not like you're not getting something for your money. You could even turn that script into a feature film, Raymond. We could make it together. We could be partners. I have learned off you lot. You got to look after number one, and now it's my turn. The sun is not going up for me, Ray. It's going down.

Ray

You're wrong, Fletcher. That's not how Michael works.

Fletcher

Yeah, I know. I know. I was just having a bit of fun. Every movie needs a bit of action, doesn't it? And it's not like Michael doesn't have a reputation.

Ray

Had a reputation. He's been gentrified.

Raymond

Who are you talking about know?

Fletcher

I talk Raymondo of Dry Eye. Oh Dry Eye, what is he? Chinese, Japanese, Pekingese, get on your **** knees. Dirty dragon filth. 'Yellow is the colour, gambling is the game'

Fletcher

Play a game with me, Ray.

Raymond

No.

Fletcher

Oh, please.

Raymond

I said no.

Fletcher

Play a **** game with me, Ray.

Raymond

...right.

Fletcher

Can I come with you?

Raymond

No, but you can go smoke the exhaust pipe in the back of your hearse.

Fletcher

I might come anyway. You'll just hear me scratching about in the dark, wanking into a hanky.

Ray

If you're thinking of smoking that in here... don't.

Fletcher

I find that confusing. Do you mean don't smoke or don't think? [clicks lighter and Ray jumps out of his seat] Oh... [Ray motions towards Fletcher] Oh, all right, all right, it's going out!

Ray

I should stab you with that **** rolling pin!

Fletcher

Oh, don't be ****y. I was just hoping we could have a cozy little drink together. So, I've got a meeting on Saturday at your favorite newspaper. As the best private investigator in this smoky little town, good evening, ladies and gentlemen, they are ready to put a hundred and fifty grand in my pocket to give them some filth. Good for me, that, but in this case, it's bad for you.

Fletcher

He explodes on the scene like a millennial **** firecracker. Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Ray

I'm going to have to stop you right there, Fletcher. That doesn't sound like the Dry Eye I know.

Fletcher

Just making sure you're paying attention, Raymond. So let's cut instead to a somewhat anticlimactic, but suave and debonair Dry Eye, like a Chinese James Bond.

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.

Fletcher

And this, my love, is why I want my hard-earned 20 million pounds. Because not only do I know exactly how Mickey's business operates, but I also know that the very man he's trying to sell it to is trying to force him into selling it on the cheap and has indirectly started a war. So, you see, I think you should be calling me your trusted consigliere, or your spy behind the lines, your intellectual reconnaissance, if you prefer.

Ray

I'm impressed. You certainly know more than I do. I'm impressed not only by your information, but by your imagination.

Fletcher

Thank you very much. So you've got 72 hours. And I would just reiterate that if anything happens to me, I do have my insurance policy in place. Everything will go to Big Dave, and from him to the public, and you, my love, will go to Mars. So, strong recommendation, just pay up and watch me recede into the sunset blowing kisses, yes?

Ray

Well, then, time to use the door, you black bastard.

Fletcher

Well, that's just silly, isn't it, 'cause I'm not black.

Ray

No, but your **** soul is, you dark ****. Now, out of my house, 'cause I'm going to bed.

Fletcher

Can I come with you?

Ray

No, but you can go smoke the exhaust pipe in the back of your hearse.

Fletcher

I might come anyway. You'll just hear me scratching about in the dark, wanking into a hanky.