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It's too tight.

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.

Pint of the Black Stuff, Landlord.

Shut up and sit down you big bald fuck

- 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.

Brick Top was my favorite character in this movie. Alan Ford did a great job with this role.

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Originally posted by cas:
It's too tight.

You could land a jumbo fucking jet in that.

I didn't see it there.

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Originally posted by Citadel:
I didn't see it there.

It's a 4 ton truck, Tyrone!

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.

Fuck me, Tommy. What have you been reading?

It's not as if it's a tin of baked beans! What do you mean "open him up"?