Sol [Vinny tries to open the outer door at the bookies]
It won't open because it's a secured door!
Played by Lennie James 
Snatch (2000) · 129 quotes
Snatch (2000) · 129 quotes
8th most-quoted character in Snatch (2000): in 15 of its 129 quotes
Most scenes with: Vinny (12), Bullet Tooth Tony (2), Tyrone (2)
Scenes with Sol
15 scenes Sol Sol No, it's a moissanite.
Bad Boy Lincoln
A what-a-nite?
Sol A moissanite is an artificial diamond, Lincoln. It's Mickey Mouse, mate. Spurious. Not genuine. And it's worth... **** all.
Sol What?
I thought you said he was a getaway driver. What the **** can he get away from, ey?!
Sol What the **** is that?
Heh heh. This, is a shotgun Sol.
Sol It's a **** anti-aircraft gun, Vincent.
So, I wanna raise some pulses don't I?
Sol You'll raise Hell. Never mind pulses.
Sol He's a natural, ain't you Tyrone?
'Course I am...
Look, are we gonna rob this bookies or what?
Sol Yes, big man.
What are we waiting for anyway?
Sol We are waiting for a man with four fingers, carrying a briefcase, Tyrone.
And why's that?
Sol Because the deal is, the Russian gets the case, we get the money.
What's in the case?
Oh for ****'s sake, Tyrone, just concentrate on the steering wheel.
Sol [While robbing the bookies]
How you doin, Vince?
I would be a lot better if you stopped using my name.
Female Bookie
All bets are off.
Sol I'm not in here to make a **** bet.
Female Bookie
'Preciated, but all... bets... are... off. If all bets are off, then there can't be any money can't there?
Sol I ain't **** buying that.
Female Bookie
Well that's handy, 'cause I ain't **** selling it. It's a fact.
Give me the stone.
You put the stone in the case? Then open the case and give me the stone.
Sol The only man who knew the combination... you just shot.
Bad Boy Lincoln
[Standing over Franky's body]
What has he got a tea cosy on his head for?
Sol [sarcastic]
To keep his head warm.
Bad Boy Lincoln
Well, what happened to him?
Sol He got shot in the face, Lincoln. I would have thought that would be obvious.
Bad Boy Lincoln
What'd you do that for? You mistake him for a rabbit? What'd you want me to do about it?
Sort it out.
Bad Boy Lincoln
I'm not a **** witch doctor.
Sol But you are a bad-boy yardie, and bad-boy yardies are supposed to know how to get rid of bodies.
Bad Boy Lincoln
I create the bodies. I don't erase the bodies.
You're always gonna have problems lifting a body in one piece. Apparently the best thing to do is cut up a corpse into six pieces and pile it all together.
Sol Would someone mind telling me, who are ya?
And when you got your six pieces, you gotta get rid of them, because it's no good leaving it in the deep freeze for your mum to discover, now is it? Then I hear the best thing to do is feed them to pigs. You got to starve the pigs for a few days, then the sight of a chopped-up body will look like curry to a pisshead. You gotta shave the heads of your victims, and pull the teeth out for the sake of the piggies' digestion. You could do this afterwards, of course, but you don't want to go sievin' through pig shit, now do you? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least sixteen pigs to finish the job in one sitting, so be wary of any man who keeps a pig farm. They will go through a body that weighs 200 pounds in about eight minutes. That means that a single pig can consume two pounds of uncooked flesh every minute. Hence the expression, "as greedy as a pig".
[Slightly stunned pause]
Well... thank you for that. That's a real weight off me mind. Now I mean, wouldn't you mind telling me exactly who the **** you are, apart from someone who feeds people to pigs, of course.
Sol They look the shit, don't they? And no one is going to argue. I've got some extra loud blanks just in case.
Oh, in case we have to deafen them to death?
Sol Of course they fire.
But how'd you know, they're replicas. What do you know about replicas?
[Sol is annoyed by the questions and shoots the car window]
What the **** are you doing, Solomon?!
Sol Well you wanted to know whether or not they worked!!
I didn't mean try it in the car, Sol, you arsehole!!
I don't want a fuss, and I don't want to put a bullet in your face, but if you don't give me exactly what I want, there will be **** murders.
Sol Shoot him.
Sol [Vinny attempts to pistol-whip Tony; Tony catches his hand and grips it tightly as Sol draws another gun]
Let... go... of... the... gun!
[Tony releases Vinny]
So, you're obviously the big dick. And the men on either side of you are your balls. There are two types of balls. There are big, brave balls, and there are little mincey **** balls.
These are your last words, so make them a prayer.
Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they're not clever. They smell pussy, and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old pussy, and have brought your two small mincey **** balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties muddled up. There's no pussy here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you're having second thoughts. You're shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with you. And the fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your guns, and the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle point five O" written on the side of mine, should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now... **** off.
[Sips his drink]
Sol [On learning that Vincent has stored the diamond in his trousers for safety]
You ain't from this planet are you, Vincent? Who is gonna mug two black fellas, holding pistols, sit in a car... that's worth less than your shirt?
Sol What have they got to do with anything?
They're both staring straight at me.
[Tony comes into view, taps gun on car window]
You should never underestimate the predictability of stupidity. Now, out the car. And leave the water pistols behind you.
