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Turkish
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Tommy: You shouldn't drink that stuff anyway.[looking at the milk Turkish is drinking]
Turkish: Why, what's wrong with it?
Tommy: It's not in sync with evolution.
Turkish: Shut up.
Tommy: Cows have only been domesticated for the last eight thousand years. Before that, they were running around mad as lorries. The human digestive system hasn't got used to dairy products yet.
Turkish: Well **** me Tommy. What have you been reading?
Tommy: Let me do you a favour. [takes the milk off Turkish's hand and throws it out the window and it hits a car behind them followed by screeching tires and a loud crash]
Both:[Look at each other] Whoops.
Turkish: Why, what's wrong with it?
Tommy: It's not in sync with evolution.
Turkish: Shut up.
Tommy: Cows have only been domesticated for the last eight thousand years. Before that, they were running around mad as lorries. The human digestive system hasn't got used to dairy products yet.
Turkish: Well **** me Tommy. What have you been reading?
Tommy: Let me do you a favour. [takes the milk off Turkish's hand and throws it out the window and it hits a car behind them followed by screeching tires and a loud crash]
Both:[Look at each other] Whoops.
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Turkish: **** 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"? What's to stop it from blowing your bollocks off every time you sit down?
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"? What's to stop it from blowing your bollocks off every time you sit down?
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Turkish: OK, I reckon the hare gets ****ed.
Mickey: What? Proper ****ed? [laughs all round]
Mickey: What? Proper ****ed? [laughs all round]
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Turkish: We've lost Gorgeous George.
Brick Top: [Motions for silence] You'll have to say that again, I don't think I heard you?
Turkish: We've lost Gorgeous George.
Brick Top: Well where'd ya lose him? He's ain't a set of car keys, is he? It's not as if he's incon-****ing-spicuous, now is it?
Brick Top: [Motions for silence] You'll have to say that again, I don't think I heard you?
Turkish: We've lost Gorgeous George.
Brick Top: Well where'd ya lose him? He's ain't a set of car keys, is he? It's not as if he's incon-****ing-spicuous, now is it?
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Turkish: Well, do you want to do it?
Mickey: That depends.
Turkish: On what?
Mickey: On you buying this caravan. Ah, 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 ****ing 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.
Turkish: Mickey, you're lucky we aren't worm food after your last performance. Buying a tart's mobile palace is a little ****ing rich.
[Realizes his mistake as the gypsies stare threateningly at him]
Turkish: 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.
[Turkish and Tommy look at each other with confusion]
Mickey: Right. And she's terribly partial to the periwinkle blue. Have I made myself clear, lads?
Turkish: Yeah, that's perfectly clear, Mickey, yeah. Just give me one minute to confer with my colleague.
[Turns to Tommy]
Turkish: Did you understand a single word of what he just said?
Mickey: That depends.
Turkish: On what?
Mickey: On you buying this caravan. Ah, 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 ****ing 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.
Turkish: Mickey, you're lucky we aren't worm food after your last performance. Buying a tart's mobile palace is a little ****ing rich.
[Realizes his mistake as the gypsies stare threateningly at him]
Turkish: 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.
[Turkish and Tommy look at each other with confusion]
Mickey: Right. And she's terribly partial to the periwinkle blue. Have I made myself clear, lads?
Turkish: Yeah, that's perfectly clear, Mickey, yeah. Just give me one minute to confer with my colleague.
[Turns to Tommy]
Turkish: Did you understand a single word of what he just said?
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Turkish: What brings you two here? Run out of pants to sniff?
Errol: That sounds like hostility, doesn't it, John?
John: And we don't like hostility, do we, Errol?
Errol: No, we don't, John.
Errol: That sounds like hostility, doesn't it, John?
John: And we don't like hostility, do we, Errol?
Errol: No, we don't, John.
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Turkish: What's happening with them sausages, Charlie?
Sausage Charlie: Five minutes, Turkish.
Turkish: [Stares at Charlie in disbelief] Hang on, it was two minutes, five minutes ago.
Sausage Charlie: Five minutes, Turkish.
Turkish: [Stares at Charlie in disbelief] Hang on, it was two minutes, five minutes ago.
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Turkish:[narrating] Now there was a problem with pikies or gypsies...
Mickey: What're ya doin' here? Get out of the way, man. [babbling and speaking quickly]
Turkish:[narrating]...you can't really understand much of what's being said.
Mickey: You Tommy? Come about the caravan?
Tommy: Mr. O'neill.
Mickey: ****, man. Call me Mickey.
Turkish:[narrating]He's not Irish, he's not English...
Tommy: How are ya?
Mickey: Weather's been kind, [starts babbling].
Turkish:[narrating] He just well, ya know, he's just Pikey.
[Gorgeous George gets out of the car]
Mickey: **** 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.
Tommy: Oh, I could murder one.
Mrs O'neill: Be no more murdering don' 'round ere, I don't mind telling ya.
[Gorgeous George not coming inside with them]
Mrs O'neill: Is the big fella not coming with us?
Tommy: Nah, he's minding the car.
Mrs O'neill: What's he think we are? Thieves?
Tommy: No, nothing like that, Mrs O'neill. He just likes...looking after cars.
Mickey: What're ya doin' here? Get out of the way, man. [babbling and speaking quickly]
Turkish:[narrating]...you can't really understand much of what's being said.
Mickey: You Tommy? Come about the caravan?
Tommy: Mr. O'neill.
Mickey: ****, man. Call me Mickey.
Turkish:[narrating]He's not Irish, he's not English...
Tommy: How are ya?
Mickey: Weather's been kind, [starts babbling].
Turkish:[narrating] He just well, ya know, he's just Pikey.
[Gorgeous George gets out of the car]
Mickey: **** 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.
Tommy: Oh, I could murder one.
Mrs O'neill: Be no more murdering don' 'round ere, I don't mind telling ya.
[Gorgeous George not coming inside with them]
Mrs O'neill: Is the big fella not coming with us?
Tommy: Nah, he's minding the car.
Mrs O'neill: What's he think we are? Thieves?
Tommy: No, nothing like that, Mrs O'neill. He just likes...looking after cars.
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Turkish:[referring to their caravan/office] It's not good enough, Tommy. I want another one. And I want you to buy it for me.
Tommy: Why me?
Turkish: 'Cause you know about caravans.
Tommy: How's that then?
Turkish: You spent a summer in one, which mean's you know more than me. Here's ten grand, and it would be nice to see change. [turns towards caravan]
Tommy: What's wrong with this one?
Turkish: [pulls caravan door off trying to open it] Oh, nothing Tommy. It's tip-top. Its just I'm not sure about the colour.
Tommy: Why me?
Turkish: 'Cause you know about caravans.
Tommy: How's that then?
Turkish: You spent a summer in one, which mean's you know more than me. Here's ten grand, and it would be nice to see change. [turns towards caravan]
Tommy: What's wrong with this one?
Turkish: [pulls caravan door off trying to open it] Oh, nothing Tommy. It's tip-top. Its just I'm not sure about the colour.
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Tyrone: I don't want that dog dribbling on my seats.
Vinny: Your seats? Tyrone, this is a stolen car, mate.
Vinny: Your seats? Tyrone, this is a stolen car, mate.
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Tyrone: Look, are we gonna rob this bookies or what?
Sol: Yes, big man.
Tyrone: What are we waiting for anyway?
Sol: We are waiting for a man with four fingers, carrying a briefcase, Tyrone.
Tyrone: And why's that?
Sol: Because the deal is, the Russian gets the case, we get the money.
Tyrone: What's in the case?
Vinny: Oh for ****'s sake, Tyrone, just concentrate on the steering wheel.
Sol: Yes, big man.
Tyrone: What are we waiting for anyway?
Sol: We are waiting for a man with four fingers, carrying a briefcase, Tyrone.
Tyrone: And why's that?
Sol: Because the deal is, the Russian gets the case, we get the money.
Tyrone: What's in the case?
Vinny: Oh for ****'s sake, Tyrone, just concentrate on the steering wheel.
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Vinny: I don't want a fuss, and I don't want to put a bullet in your face, but if you don't give me exactly what I want, there will be ****ing murders.
Bullet Tooth Tony: [to Tyrone] What's your name?
Sol: Shoot him.
Bullet Tooth Tony: [mocking] Ooh.
[Vinny attempts to pistol-whip Tony; Tony catches his hand and grips it tightly as Sol draws another gun]
Sol: Let... go... of... the... gun!
[Tony releases Vinny]
Bullet Tooth Tony: So, you're obviously the big dick. And the men on either side of you are your balls. There are two types of balls. There are big, brave balls, and there are little mincey **** 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're 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 **** balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties muddled up. There's no pussy here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you're having second thoughts. You're shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with you. And the fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your guns, 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... **** off.
[Sips his drink]
Bullet Tooth Tony: [to Tyrone] What's your name?
Sol: Shoot him.
Bullet Tooth Tony: [mocking] Ooh.
[Vinny attempts to pistol-whip Tony; Tony catches his hand and grips it tightly as Sol draws another gun]
Sol: Let... go... of... the... gun!
[Tony releases Vinny]
Bullet Tooth Tony: So, you're obviously the big dick. And the men on either side of you are your balls. There are two types of balls. There are big, brave balls, and there are little mincey **** 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're 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 **** balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties muddled up. There's no pussy here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you're having second thoughts. You're shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with you. And the fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your guns, 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... **** off.
[Sips his drink]
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Vinny: Why are we stopped here? What's wrong with that spot over there?
Tyrone: It's too tight.
Vinny: Too tight?! You could land a jumbo ****ing jet in there.
Tyrone: It's too tight.
Vinny: Too tight?! You could land a jumbo ****ing jet in there.
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[The car crashes into a pole]
Avi: [after coming to, and being told to get out of the car] What about Rosebud?
Bullet Tooth Tony: You can take him with you, if you like. [Looks back at Rosebud, who drove a sword through his chest during the crash, and is now stone dead] Which bit do you want to take?
Avi: [after coming to, and being told to get out of the car] What about Rosebud?
Bullet Tooth Tony: You can take him with you, if you like. [Looks back at Rosebud, who drove a sword through his chest during the crash, and is now stone dead] Which bit do you want to take?