Mickey: I bet ya can box a little, can't ya sir? Aye, you look like a boxer.
Mickey: Deadly kick for a fat fucker, ya know that? Gorgeous George: [throws Mickey into the fence] Cheeky bastard!
Turkish: [voice over] Boris the Blade, or Boris "the Bullet Dodger." As bent as the Soviet sickle, and as hard as the hammer that crosses it. Apparently, it's just impossible to kill the bastard.
[after hearing about Bullet-Tooth Tony surviving after being shot six times] Cousin Avi: Six times? Doug the Head: In one sitting.
Turkish: That six pound piece of shit stuck in your trousers would do more damage if you fed it to him.
Bullet Tooth Tony: I'm driving down the road with your head stuck in my window. What does it look like I'm doin'?
Turkish: [Tommy has a gun in his trousers] What's to stop it blowing your bollocks off every time you sit down?
Turkish: Now, I know he looks like a fat fucker... well, he is a fat fucker...
Tommy: Are you sayin' I can't shoot? Turkish: No Tommy, I'm not saying you can't shoot. I know you can't shoot. I'm saying that six-pound piece of shit stuck in your trousers would do more damage if you fed it to him.
Vinny: Bad Boy, I keep telling you: 'Stick to being a gangster.' Leave this game to me 'n Sol.
Bullet Tooth Tony: All right, Mullet? [Mullet freezes, then swallows and turns around] Mullet: How you doin', Tony? You all right, mate? Bullet Tooth Tony: Ooh, nice tie. Mullet: I heard you weren't about much these days, Tony. Bullet Tooth Tony: Wha...
Cousin Avi: Who's Bullet Tooth... Chinese Guy: Tony. Bullet Tooth Tony: You silly fuck.
Brick Top: [Into cell phone] Pete, talk to me. Darren: [Into cell phone] If ya want yer friend to hear ya, you'll have to talk a lot louder than that.
Tommy: What if Mickey knocks the other guy out? Turkish: We get murdered before we leave the building, and I imagine we get fed to the pigs. Tommy: Well, I'm glad to see you're climbing the walls in fucking anxiety.
Turkish: Well, why didn't you just [American accent] Turkish: "bust a cap in his ass," Tommy?
Vinny: Now I don't want to put a bullet in your face, but if you don't give us *exactly* what we want, there will be fucking murder. Bullet Tooth Tony: [to Tyrone] What's your name? Sol: Shoot him. Bullet Tooth Tony: Ooh.
Brick Top: Are you taking the piss?
[standing over Franky's body] Bad Boy Lincoln: What has he got a tea cozy on his head for? Sol: [sarcastic] To keep his head warm. Bad Boy Lincoln: Well, what's the matter with him? Vinny: He's been shot in the face, Lincoln. I would've thought that ...
