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It's too tight.
Sliced bread, the greatest thing since the 1911.
|The Quiet Man|
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 of explaining why a man died in their campsite 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 fucking should be.
And the boys get a pair a them shoes.
Great flick. If you want a laugh flip on subtitles for Mickey and read them the whole way through.
|War Damn Eagle!|
Pint of the Black Stuff, Landlord.
"It pays to be a winner."
Shut up and sit down you big bald fuck
“I owe my success to having listened respectfully to the very best advice, and then going away and doing the exact opposite.”
|Fighting the good fight|
- What's that?
- This? It's a shotgun.
- Shotgun? That's a fucking anti-aircraft gun, Vincent!
You can keep keep the silly fat wanker, the lads can't lift him.
This and no other is the root from which a tyrant springs; when he first appears above ground he is a protector.
| Get my pies|
outta the oven!
Brick Top was my favorite character in this movie. Alan Ford did a great job with this role.
You could land a jumbo fucking jet in that.
Do you know what this means? It means I am a member of a gang, only we have badges, which means you are done.
I didn't see it there.
|Ice age heat wave, |
It's a 4 ton truck, Tyrone!
NRA Life Member
Steak: Rare. Coffee: Black. Scotch: Neat.
TYRONE! You sneaky fat bastard.
And she's terribly partial to periwinkle blue boys
You take sugar?
No thankyou Turkish, I'm sweet enough.
Yes, London. You know: fish, chips, cup o' tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fuckin' Poppins. London!
Bullet Tooth Tony: A bookie's got blagged last night.
Avi: Blagged? Speak English to me, Tony. I thought this country spawned the fucking language, and so far nobody seems to speak it.
|My common sense |
Fuck me, Tommy. What have you been reading?
“You can have peace. Or you can have freedom. Don't ever count on having both at once.”
- Robert Heinlein
It's not as if it's a tin of baked beans! What do you mean "open him up"?
We often meet our destiny on the road we took to avoid it.
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