Mickey Ya got a deadly kick fer a fat focker.
Played by Brad Pitt 
Snatch (2000) · 129 quotes
Snatch (2000) · 129 quotes
Tied for 4th most-quoted character in Snatch (2000): in 19 of its 129 quotes
Most scenes with: Turkish (5), Tommy (4), Gorgeous George (2)
Ah bet ya cn' box a lit'l, can't ya sir? Aye, ya look lak a boxer.
More lines from Mickey
11 quotes Mickey Mickey [roused from his drunken stupor]
I need to have a shite.
Mickey Fook, e's a big fella.
Mickey What the fock do i want a caravan that's got no fockin' wheels?!
Mickey Eh Ma, Get a load of the size of this fella
Mickey D'ya like dags?
Mickey Ah, save yeh breath for coolin' yeh porridge.
Mickey For comedic effect, all of the character's lines are spoken with a thick Irish Traveller accent, slurred together, and spoken very quickly.
Mickey Now look, she wants the Heki 2 roof lights, uh, the stylish ash frame furniture, and the scatter cushions with, uh, matching shag pile cover. Yeah. Right. And she's terrible partial to the periwinkle blue boss.
Mickey Nobody brings a fella the size o' him, 'less they're tryin' to say somethin' without talkin'.
Mickey Ya like dags? Dags, ya like 'em?
Scenes with Mickey
7 scenes
Mickey What're ya doin' here? Get out of the way, man. [babbling and speaking quickly]
Mickey You Tommy? Come about the caravan?
Mr. O'neill.
Mickey ****, man. Call me Mickey.
How are ya?
Mickey Weather's been kind, [starts babbling].
Mickey [Gorgeous George gets out of the car]
**** me! Would you just look the size of him? How big are ya? Hey kids, how big is he?
Pikey kid
Big enough man, fo sure.
Mickey 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.
Mrs O'neill
Get outta the way, Mickey. See if these fellas'd like a drink.
Oh, I could murder one.
Mrs O'neill
Be no more murdering don' 'round ere, I don't mind telling ya.
Mrs O'neill
[Gorgeous George not coming inside with them]
Is the big fella not coming with us?
Nah, he's minding the car.
Mrs O'neill
What's he think we are? Thieves?
No, nothing like that, Mrs O'neill. He just likes...looking after cars.
Mickey Good dags. D'ya like dags?
Dags?
Mickey Dags. Ya like dags?
Mrs. O'Neil Yeah, dags.
Oh, dogs. Sure, I like dags. I like caravans more.
Mickey [After the wheels have fallen off the caravan that Tommy and George have just bought from Mickey]
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...
Mickey 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.
Mickey Why the **** do I want a caravan that's got no **** wheels? You want to settle this with a fight?
Mrs. O'Neil Over my dead body! Now, go on! Go on! I'll not have you fighting, Mickey! You know what happens when you fight.
Mickey 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.
Get back down or you will not be coming up next time.
Mickey You're not going anywhere, you thick lump.
Mickey [Pulls off his shirt]
You stay until the job's done.
[Mickey kisses his good luck charm. George throws a punch. Mickey dodges, knocks out George with a clean punch to the jaw] [narrating]
It turned out that the sweet-talking, tattoo-sporting pikey was a gypsy bare-knuckle boxing champion. Which makes him harder than a coffin nail. Right now that's the last thing on Tommy's mind. If Gorgeous doesn't wake up in the next few minutes Tommy knows he'll be buried with him. Why would the gypsies go through the trouble explaining why a man died in their campsite? Not when they can bury the pair of them and just move camp. It's not like they got social security numbers, is it? Tommy, 'The Tit', is praying. And if he isn't... he **** should be.
Mickey I'll tell ya what. I'll do it for a caravan.
For what?
Pikeys
For a caravan.
It was us who wanted a caravan.
Mickey It's not for me. It's for me ma.
Your what?
Pikeys
His ma.
Well, do you want to do it?
Mickey That depends.
On what?
Mickey On you buying this caravan. Ah, not the rouge one, the rose.
It's not the same caravan.
Mickey It's not the same fight.
It's twice the **** size of the last one.
Mickey The fight is twice the size. And me ma still needs a caravan. I like to look after me ma. It's a fair deal. Take it.
Mickey, you're lucky we aren't worm food after your last performance. Buying a tart's mobile palace is a little **** rich.
[Realizes his mistake as the gypsies stare threateningly at him]
I wasn't calling your mum a tart. I just meant...
Mickey Save your breath for cooling your porridge. Hey, look... [incoherently] Ah - deh sah-sez-fren-forcher, and dah scar-her-cushons, wit dah matsen-seck-way-Core-Ver.
Mickey [Turkish and Tommy look at each other with confusion]
Right. And she's terribly partial to the periwinkle blue. Have I made myself clear, lads?
Yeah, that's perfectly clear, Mickey, yeah. Just give me one minute to confer with my colleague.
OK, I reckon the hare gets ****.
Mickey What? Proper ****? [laughs all round]
