Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: [referring to Tommy's gun] Heavy is good, heavy is reliable. If it doesn't work you can always hit them with it.
[Doug sees four Jewish kids smoking] Doug the Head: What are you doing? Jewish Boy: [spits] It's a free country, ain't it? Doug the Head: Well it ain't a free shop, is it? So fuck off!
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.
Vinny: Did he have four fingers? Sol: I'm sorry, I couldn't get the bin-noc-u-lars out in time.
Brick Top: Listen, you fucking fringe, if I throw a dog a bone, I don't want to know if it tastes good or not. You stop me again whilst I'm walking, and I'll cut your fucking Jacobs off.
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? Tu...
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: You show me how to control a wild fucking gypsy and I'll show you how to control an unhinged, pig-feeding gangster.
Mickey: [roused from his drunken stupor] I need to have a shite.
Tommy: Who took the jam outta your doughnut? Turkish: You took the fucking jam outta my doughnut, Tommy. You did.
Customs official: Anything to declare? Avi: Yeah. Don't go to England.
Turkish: I can't make him fight, can I? Brick Top: You're not much good to me alive, are you, Turkish?
[first lines] Turkish: [narrating] My name is Turkish. Funny name for an Englishman, I know. My parents to be were on the same plane when it crashed. That's how they met. They named me after the name of the plane. Not many people are named after a pl...
Brick Top: What do you think, Errol? Errol: I think we should drip-dry them, Guv'nor, while we have the chance. Brick Top: It was a rhetorical question, Errol. What have I told you about thinking?
Sol: I'm not in here to make a fucking bet. Female Bookie: 'Preciated, but all... bets... are... off. If all bets are off, then there can't be any money can't there? Sol: I'm not fucking buying that. Female Bookie: Well that's handy, 'cause I ain't f...
Bullet Tooth Tony: Avi, pull your socks up.
Errol: Fuckface, who's speaking to you? He asked him, didn't he? Turkish: Fuckface... I like that one Errol. I'll have to remember that one next time I'm climbing off yer mum.
Sol: He's a natural, ain't you Tyrone? Tyrone: 'course I am... [reverses into parked van] Vinny: A natural fucking idiot.
