Rory Breaker: If the milk turns out to be sour, I ain't the kinda pussy to drink it.
Lock, Stock and Two Smoking BarrelsBarry the Baptist: Fucking northern monkeys! Lenny: I hate these fucking southern fairies!
Lock, Stock and Two Smoking BarrelsPlank: Ah! They fucking shot me! Dog: Well, fucking shoot 'em back!
Lock, Stock and Two Smoking BarrelsTom: There's no money, there's no weed. It's all been replaced by a pile of corpses.
Lock, Stock and Two Smoking BarrelsEddie: [Entering Harry's office with corpses lying around] Oh no. Not again.
Lock, Stock and Two Smoking BarrelsNick the Greek: Is that you, Dean? Dean: No, it's Lord fucking Lucan. Who do you think it is?
Lock, Stock and Two Smoking BarrelsSoap: [Looks through bag with £500,000 Eddy brought back] What is going on?
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