(points at Gary's hair)

Oi, is your hair supposed to look like that? Alright, short stuff?

Never mind short stuff. Listen, the next time we do a job like this we gonna want more money Barry, or we are going back to post offices and cars, **** that. (opens the trunk with the guns)

Where's the others?

There we no others.

Stop **** around. The others, the old ones?

I don't know what you mean.

There were two old guns there. Where're they now?

Not in the cabinet there wasn't. There was a couple of old hammer-lock muskets the butler was carrying, but they were ours - were sold 'em!

Well you better un-sell 'em, sharpish.

We had to sell 'em, we needed the money!

I'm not **** interested! If you don't want to be countin' the fingers you haven't got, or sharing a bed with the Anti-Christ, I want those guns! QUICK!

...Alright, Barry. Calm down. We'll get them, alright?

Now **** off, you scouse ****s!