What?
I thought you said he was a getaway driver. What the **** can he get away from, ey?!
Most scenes together: Turkish & Tommy (12), Vinny & Sol (12), Bullet Tooth Tony & 'Cousin' Avi (9)
What?
I thought you said he was a getaway driver. What the **** can he get away from, ey?!
Who took the jam outta your doughnut?
You took the **** jam outta my doughnut, Tommy. You did.
Goody gumdrops. Get us a cup of tea, will ya, Errol?
I'll tell ya what. I'll do it for a caravan.
For what?
For a caravan.
It was us who wanted a caravan.
It's not for me. It's for me ma.
Your what?
His ma.
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.
Ah bet ya cn' box a lit'l, can't ya sir? Aye, ya look lak a boxer.
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.
A bookie's got blagged last night.
Blagged? Tony, speak English. I thought this country spawned the **** language, and so far nobody seems to speak it.
**** 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?
Avi? Where's the case?
What's Boris doing here? Boris, what are you doing here?
**** you!
Don't take the piss, Boris.
I'll show you... now...!
For ****'s sake...
**** you, an' all.
You lucky bastard!
What brings you two here? Run out of pants to sniff?
That sounds like hostility, doesn't it, John?
And we don't like hostility, do we, Errol?
No, we don't, John.
I know a lot of tits, Gov'nor. But I don't know quite any as **** stupid as these two.
John?
I can't help, Guv.
Ah. Tyrone.
John and Errol [simultaneously]: You silly fat bastard.
I will! I'll shoot you!
Give me case, or I shoot you.
You know what? **** you too. Go ahead and shoot me, you'd be doin' me a favor, you wretched ****! Go ahead!
Avi? Pull your socks up!
[Avi, Vinny, Sol and Tyrone stare at one another, then fall to the floor. Tony shoots through the wall and into the room, wounding Boris]
Heavy is good, heavy is reliable. If it doesn't work... you can always hit them with it.