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Nickatilynx · 10-19-2004

Great film.

the accent was a little much , but the general feel both of the underworldishness and the "pitch" (campsite) was familar ;-))

Some cool quotes...

reading these made me remember what a good movie it was...might be time to watch it and "Lock Stock and 2 smoking Barrels" again

Turkish : [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 fucking should be.

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Avi : Should I call you Bullet? Tooth?
Bullet Tooth Tony : You can call me Susan if it makes you happy.

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Bullet Tooth Tony : You should never underestimate the predictability of stupidity.

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Brick Top : Do you know what "nemesis" means? A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent. Personified in this case by an 'orrible cunt... me.

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Turkish : Fuck me, hold tight. What's that?
Tommy : It's me belt, Turkish.
Turkish : No, Tommy. There's a gun in your trousers. What's a gun doing in your trousers?
Tommy : It's for protection.
Turkish : Protection from what? "Zee Germans"?

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Turkish : Well, do you want to do it?
Mickey : That depends.
Turkish : On what?
Mickey : On you buying this caravan. Not the rouge one, the rose.
Turkish : It's not the same caravan.
Mickey : It's not the same fight.
Turkish : It's twice the fucking size of the last one.
Mickey : Turkish, 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.
Turkish : Mickey, you're lucky we aren't worm food after your last performance. Buying a tart's mobile palace is a little fucking rich.
[Realizes his mistake]
Turkish : I wasn't calling your mum a tart. I just meant...
Mickey : Save your breath for cooling your porridge. Hey, look
[starts talking incoherently]
Mickey : Right. And she's terribly partial to the periwinkle blue. Have I made myself clear, lads?
Turkish : Yeah, that's perfectly clear, Mickey. Just give me one minute to confer with my colleague.
[to Tommy]
Turkish : Did you understand a single word of what he just said?

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Avi : I'm gettin' heartburn. Tony, do something terrible.

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Bullet Tooth Tony : Avi, pull your socks up.

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Turkish : You show me how to control a wild fucking gypsy and I'll show you how to control an unhinged, pig-feeding gangster.

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Bullet Tooth Tony : So, you are obviously the big dick. The men on the side of ya are your balls. There are two types of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincey faggot balls.
Vinny : These are your last words, so make them a prayer.
Bullet Tooth Tony : Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are 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 faggot balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties mangled up. There's no pussy here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with ya. The fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your gun. (withdraws his gun) 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... Fuck off.

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Brick Top : I don't care if he's Muhammad I'm hard Bruce Lee. You can't change fighters.

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[Tyrone just backed into Franky Four Fingers' van]
Tyrone : I didn't see it.
Vinny : It's a two fucking ton van Tyrone. Its not as though its a bag of fucking peanuts now is it?
Tyrone : It was at a funny angle.
[All three turn and look back at the truck]
Vinny : It's behind you Tyrone. When you reverse, things come at you from behind.

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Turkish : [looks at the caravan] Look at it. How am I suppose to run this thing from that? We'll need a proper office. I want a new one, Tommy. You're going to buy it for me.
Tommy : Why me?
Turkish : Well, you know about caravans.
Tommy : How's that?
Turkish : You spent a summer in one, which means you know more than me. And I don't want to have my pants pulled down over the price.
Tommy : What's wrong with this one?
Turkish : [Pulls the caravan's door from its hinges] Oh, nothing, Tommy. It's tiptop. I'm just not sure about the colour.

10-19-2004	#18
Nickatilynx Banned Want to see your own Advertising Here! Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Vancouver Canada Posts: 15,115	Great film. the accent was a little much , but the general feel both of the underworldishness and the "pitch" (campsite) was familar ;-)) Some cool quotes... reading these made me remember what a good movie it was...might be time to watch it and "Lock Stock and 2 smoking Barrels" again Turkish : [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 fucking should be. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Avi : Should I call you Bullet? Tooth? Bullet Tooth Tony : You can call me Susan if it makes you happy. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bullet Tooth Tony : You should never underestimate the predictability of stupidity. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brick Top : Do you know what "nemesis" means? A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent. Personified in this case by an 'orrible cunt... me. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Turkish : Fuck me, hold tight. What's that? Tommy : It's me belt, Turkish. Turkish : No, Tommy. There's a gun in your trousers. What's a gun doing in your trousers? Tommy : It's for protection. Turkish : Protection from what? "Zee Germans"? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Turkish : Well, do you want to do it? Mickey : That depends. Turkish : On what? Mickey : On you buying this caravan. Not the rouge one, the rose. Turkish : It's not the same caravan. Mickey : It's not the same fight. Turkish : It's twice the fucking size of the last one. Mickey : Turkish, 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. Turkish : Mickey, you're lucky we aren't worm food after your last performance. Buying a tart's mobile palace is a little fucking rich. [Realizes his mistake] Turkish : I wasn't calling your mum a tart. I just meant... Mickey : Save your breath for cooling your porridge. Hey, look [starts talking incoherently] Mickey : Right. And she's terribly partial to the periwinkle blue. Have I made myself clear, lads? Turkish : Yeah, that's perfectly clear, Mickey. Just give me one minute to confer with my colleague. [to Tommy] Turkish : Did you understand a single word of what he just said? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Avi : I'm gettin' heartburn. Tony, do something terrible. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bullet Tooth Tony : Avi, pull your socks up. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Turkish : You show me how to control a wild fucking gypsy and I'll show you how to control an unhinged, pig-feeding gangster. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bullet Tooth Tony : So, you are obviously the big dick. The men on the side of ya are your balls. There are two types of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincey faggot balls. Vinny : These are your last words, so make them a prayer. Bullet Tooth Tony : Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are 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 faggot balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties mangled up. There's no pussy here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with ya. The fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your gun. (withdraws his gun) 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... Fuck off. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brick Top : I don't care if he's Muhammad I'm hard Bruce Lee. You can't change fighters. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Tyrone just backed into Franky Four Fingers' van] Tyrone : I didn't see it. Vinny : It's a two fucking ton van Tyrone. Its not as though its a bag of fucking peanuts now is it? Tyrone : It was at a funny angle. [All three turn and look back at the truck] Vinny : It's behind you Tyrone. When you reverse, things come at you from behind. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Turkish : [looks at the caravan] Look at it. How am I suppose to run this thing from that? We'll need a proper office. I want a new one, Tommy. You're going to buy it for me. Tommy : Why me? Turkish : Well, you know about caravans. Tommy : How's that? Turkish : You spent a summer in one, which means you know more than me. And I don't want to have my pants pulled down over the price. Tommy : What's wrong with this one? Turkish : [Pulls the caravan's door from its hinges] Oh, nothing, Tommy. It's tiptop. I'm just not sure about the colour.