Is he allowed to do that?
It's an unlicensed boxing match, Tommy. It's not a tickling competition. These lads are out to hurt each other.
Snatch (2000) · 129 quotes
7th most-quoted character in Snatch (2000): in 16 of its 129 quotes
Most scenes with: Turkish (12), Mickey (4), Gorgeous George (2)
Is he allowed to do that?
It's an unlicensed boxing match, Tommy. It's not a tickling competition. These lads are out to hurt each other.
It's not good enough, Tommy. I want another one. And I want you to buy it for me.
Why me?
'Cause you know about caravans.
How's that then?
You spent a summer in one, which mean's you know more than me. Here's ten grand, and it would be nice to see change. [turns towards caravan]
What's wrong with this one?
Oh, nothing Tommy. It's tip-top. Its just I'm not sure about the colour.
**** me, hold tight. What's that?
It's me belt, Turkish.
No, Tommy. There's a gun in your trousers. What's a gun doing in your trousers?
It's for protection.
Protection from what? "Zee Germans"? What's to stop it from blowing your bollocks off every time you sit down?
If you got to deal with him, just gotta make sure you don't end up owing him. 'Cause then you're in his debt. Which means, you're in his pocket. And once you're in there, you ain't ever coming out.
I hear he's a good fighter, so I'm gonna use him. I'll be doing you a favour, boy.
What he means is, I'm doing him a favour. 'Cause everybody knows nobody takes a dive in my fights, unlike his.
Here, Errol. I don't think he likes me. You don't like me, do you, boy?
Don't know what you mean.
I'd like my fights to finish prompt so we can get the punters out before the authorities find out. Now play your cards right and I'll sort you out.
You can sort me out by showing me out. It's hard enough to make a living in a boxing world, so every now and then you gotta do something that might not agree with your principles. Basically, you have to forget you got any.
Are they Lancashire pigs?
Who the ****'s talking to you, boy?
Now don't let me down. You don't want to let me down, do you, boy?
It's a campsite. A Pikey campsite.
Ten points.
What're we doin' here?
Buying a caravan.
Off a pack of ****in' pikeys?! What's wrong with you! This will get messy!
Not if you're here.
Oh, you bastard! I ****in' hate pikeys!
Thats a flash car, mister!
No as flash as your bike though, is it?
Who're you looking for?
Mr O'neill.
Do you want me to go and get him?
That's a good lad.
Are you gonna get him for me?
Yeah.
What are you waiting for?
The five quid you gonna pay me.
Well **** off. I'll find him meself.
Two-fifty!
You can have a quid.
Well you're a real tight ****er, arentcha?
What're ya doin' here? Get out of the way, man. [babbling and speaking quickly]
You Tommy? Come about the caravan?
Mr. O'neill.
****, man. Call me Mickey.
How are ya?
Weather's been kind, [starts babbling].
**** me! Would you just look the size of him? How big are ya? Hey kids, how big is he?
Big enough man, fo sure.
Hey Mam, come and look at the size of this fella. Bet you can box a lil' can't ya, sir. Ahh, you look lak a boxer.
Get outta the way, Mickey. See if these fellas'd like a drink.
Oh, I could murder one.
Be no more murdering don' 'round ere, I don't mind telling ya.
Is the big fella not coming with us?
Nah, he's minding the car.
What's he think we are? Thieves?
No, nothing like that, Mrs O'neill. He just likes...looking after cars.
Good dags. D'ya like dags?
Dags?
Dags. Ya like dags?
Yeah, dags.
Oh, dogs. Sure, I like dags. I like caravans more.
The deal was you bought it like you saw it. Hey, look, I've helped you as much as I'm going to help you. See that car? Just use it, for you're not welcome anymore. You should **** off now while you still got the legs to carry you.
Nobody...
Nobody brings a fella the size of you unless they're trying to say something without talking, right?
Sorry, Mickey. Just give our money back and you can keep the caravan.
Why the **** do I want a caravan that's got no **** wheels? You want to settle this with a fight?
Over my dead body! Now, go on! Go on! I'll not have you fighting, Mickey! You know what happens when you fight.
Get her to sit down. [Turns to face Gorgeous George] For ****'s sake! Want the money? I ain't **** you. I'll fight you for it. You and me.
Who took the jam outta your doughnut?
You took the **** jam outta my doughnut, Tommy. You did.
I'll tell ya what. I'll do it for a caravan.
For what?
For a caravan.
It was us who wanted a caravan.
Anyway, what's wrong with this one?
It's not for me. It's for me ma.
Your what?
His ma.
You said get a good deal.
I fail to recognise the correlation between losing 10 grand, hospitalising Gorgeous, and a good deal. How are we gonna explain this to Brick Top? That his fight isn't gonna happen?
We replace the fighter.
Oh, and hope he doesn't notice? And who the **** are we gonna replace him with?
What about John The Gun? Or, Mad Fist Willy?
You're not exactly Mr Current Affairs, are you, Tommy? Mad Fist went mad, [a quick, split second shot of Mad Fist Willy going mad]and The Gun, shot himself [quick, split second shot of John The Gun shooting himself in the head]
What's coursing?
Hare coursing. They set two lurchers - they're dogs, before you ask. On a hare. And the hare has to outrun the dogs.
So, what if it doesn't?
Well the big rabbit gets ****, doesn't it.
Proper ****?
Yeah, Tommy. Before "Zee Germans" get there.
[Later, to Mickey]
Who's proper **** now, then?
There's something very wrong about this. It was us who wanted to buy a caravan off of him.
Well, why didn't you "bust a cap in his ass" then, Tommy? Mind you, you'd do more damage if you threw it at him.
What, you sayin' I can't shoot?
No Tommy, I wasn't saying you can't shoot. I know you can't shoot. What we're saying is that six pound piece of shit stuck in your pants would do more damage if you fed it to him.
You saying the gun dont work?
You've tried it?
I wanna see that sneaky **** Russian.
You shouldn't drink that stuff anyway.[looking at the milk Turkish is drinking]
Why, what's wrong with it?
It's not in sync with evolution.
Shut up.
Cows have only been domesticated for the last eight thousand years. Before that, they were running around mad as lorries. The human digestive system hasn't got used to dairy products yet.
Well **** me Tommy. What have you been reading?
Let me do you a favour. [takes the milk off Turkish's hand and throws it out the window and it hits a car behind them followed by screeching tires and a loud crash]
Whoops.
Shouldn't think that a good idea. Should we go in?
I don't wanna go in there. He's a dangerous bastard. Taken too many disco biscuits in the heat of Russian disputations. He's got as many of these nuts [grabbing his nuts] as he has those nuts. [pointing to his head]
I don't care if he's got **** hazelnuts. I want a gun that works and I'm gonna tell him.
My God, Tommy. You certainly got those minerals. Well, come on then. Before "Zee Germans" get here. You just tell him who's in charge.
Err, Boris.
..со мной? Ну что будете теперь делать? Что? (...With me? So what are you going to do now? Huh?)