Nick the Greek Weed?
Nah, it's not normal weed. Some ****-up skunk, class A, can't-think-let-a-lone-move shit.
Nick the Greek Doesn't sound good to me.
Well, neither me, but it depends what flicks your switch, and the light is on and burning brightly for the masses. ... Anyway, do you know anyone?
Nick the Greek I know a man, yes.... Rory Breaker.
Not that mad-man with an Afro. I don't want anything to do with him.
Nick the Greek You won't have to, just get me a sample.
Nick the Greek What's that? A place near Katmandu? Meet me halfway, mate.
Look, it's all completely chicken soup.
Nick the Greek It's what?
It's kosher. As Christmas.
Nick the Greek The Jews don't celebrate Christmas, Tom.
Well, never mind that. We're gonna need some artillery too. Couple of sawn-off shot-guns
Nick the Greek This is a bit heavy. This is London, not the Lebanon, who do you think I am?
Think you're Nick the Greek.
Nick the Greek [haggling with Tom]
What else does it come with?
It comes with a gold-plated Rolls Royce, as long as you pay for it.
...
Nick the Greek Dunno. Seems expensive.
Seems? Well, this seems to be a complete waste of my time. That, my friend, is 900 nicker in any store you're lucky enough to find one in. And you're haggling over 200 pound? What school of finance did you come from Nick? "It's a deal, it's a steal, it's the Sale of the **** Century!" In fact, **** it Nick, I think I'll keep it!
Nick the Greek Alright alright, keep your Alans on!
Nick the Greek [pulls a massive wad of money out of his pocket]
Here's a ton.
TE Tom, Eddie
Jesus Christ!
You could choke a dozen donkeys on that! And you're haggling over one hundred pound? What're you doing when you're not buying stereos Nick? Financing revolutions?
Nick the Greek 100 pound is still 100 pound.
Not when the price is 200 pound it ain't! And certainly not when you've got Liberia's deficit in your skyrocket. Tighter than a duck's butt you are. Now come on, lemme feel the fiber of your fabric.
Your stupidity may be your one saving grace.
Nick the Greek Uh?
Don't "uh" me, Greek boy! How is it that your **** stupid soon-to-be-dead friends thought they might be able to steal my cannabis and then sell it back to me? Is this a declaration of war? Is this some white ****'s joke that black ****s don't get? 'Cause I'm not **** laughing, Nich-ohl-arse!
[Nick shrugs with a stupid look on his face]
I have three interests in life, Nick. No, four: football, music, money, and the annihilation of anyone that interferes in that short list. I know you couldn't have known my position, 'cause you're not that stupid, that if you did, you wouldn't have turned up here scratching your ass with that "what's going on here?" look slapped all over your chevy-chase! But what you do know … is where these people live.
[Rory swings around his chair, gets up and straightens his jacket]
If you hold back anything, I'll kill you. If you bend the truth, or I think you're bending the truth, I'll kill you. If you forget anything, I'll kill you. In fact, you're gonna have to work very hard to stay alive, Nick. Now, do you understand everything I've said?
[Nick nods in fear]
Because if you don't, I'll kill you!
[Rory puts on a gentle smile]
Now, Mr. Bubble and Squeak, you may enlighten me.
