Sol: You are a bad-boy yardie, and bad-boy yardies are supposed to know how to get rid of bodies. Bad Boy Lincoln: I create the bodies. I don't erase the bodies.
Turkish: For ever action, there is a reaction. And a Pikey reaction... is quite a fucking thing.
[repeated line] various characters: [regarding Boris The Blade] Sneaky fuckin' Russian.
Errol: Looks like we're in, guv'nor. Brick Top: Goody gumdrops. Get us a cup of tea, would you, Errol?
Gorgeous George: It's a camp site, a pikey campsite... Tommy: Ten points. Gorgeous George: What we doing here? Tommy: We're buying a caravan. Gorgeous George: Off a pack of fuckin' pikeys? What's wrong with you? This will get messy. Tommy: Well not i...
[repeated line] Tommy, Gorgeous George, Bricktop's Henchman: I fuckin' hate Pikeys.
[from a deleted scene] Errol: You're a dead man, Tony! You hear me? A fucking dead man! Brick Top: Oi! What's going on in there? Errol: He's pissed in my fucking pocket! Brick Top: Oh, shut up, Errol. Get back in your fucking pram. Tony, ain't you ho...
Turkish: All he's gotta do is stay down. [Mickey suddenly rises from the mat and knocks out Anderson with a single punch] Turkish: *Now* we are fucked.
[last lines] Turkish: [narrating] Tommy persuaded me to keep the dog. I eventually agreed, as long as he took it to a vet. I couldn't stand that squeaking any more. The vet found half an undigested shoe, a squeaky toy, and an 84-carat diamond lodged ...
Turkish: Tommy, why is your skin leaking? Tommy: I'm a little worried actually, Turkish. Turkish: Worried about what? Tommy: What happens if the gypsy knocks the other man out? I mean, he's done it before ain't he? Turkish: We get murdered before we ...
[Police are watching Tommy chase the dog] Turkish: He loves that dog. Always playing silly games.
Avi: How do you wanna get rid of him? Bullet Tooth Tony: Well, do you want to shoot him? Avi: That's a little noisy, isn't it? Bullet Tooth Tony: Well, do you want to stab him? Avi: Well, that's a little cold-blooded, isn't it? Bullet Tooth Tony: Do ...
Franky Four Fingers: So... what do you want for it? Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: Nothing. Franky Four Fingers: OK... so, what do you want for it?
Brick Top: Of course, fucking of course. I wasn't asking, I was telling.
Brick Top: Gimme that fucking shooter! Pikey: I'll give you your shooter, ya cunt ya! Pikey: [Blam Blam]
Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: Drop the gun, fat boy.
Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: You can keep the 10 grand, along with the body. But if I see you again - YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! - Well, look at him.
Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov: [after killing Frankie] You fucking idiots. He could not know my name.
