Intelligence is a very valuable thing, innit, my friend? And usually it comes far too fucking late.
Catalog
Alfie Solomons
Rum’s for fun and fucking, innit? So, whisky, now that… that is for business.
Don’t come in here and sit there in my chair and tell me that I’m losing my war to a fucking wop.
You are behaving like a fucking child. This is a man’s world.
If you pull that trigger, right, you pull that trigger for a fucking honorable reason. Like an honorable man, not like some fucking civilian that does not understand the wicked way of our world, mate.
He’ll wake up. Granted he won’t have any teeth left but he will be a wiser man for it.
Never give power to the big man.
The problem, right, between rum and gin, is that gin, right, it leads to the melancholy. Whereas rum incites violence, it also allows you to be liberated from your self-doubt.
I, my friend... I am the uncle, and the protector, and the promoter of that fucking thing right there, in whose shadow nothing good nor godly will ever fucking grow.
I hear that you've got Italians, mate. You got a kestrel for them and all?
Yeah, weakness behind the eyes. Didn't blink too much, all right? You smell of smoke, and coal, and horses.
These bastards only understand one language.
'Cause your people, your class, and my religion is quite similar actually, because you just cannot wash it out, right, because it, it come out your mother's tits.
Right, well, you gotta ask yourself seriously, though, you know, did I even want to piss and shit indoors, or was I actually born, you know, to defecate in the fields and the outhouses?
Fucking hell, it smells of pig round here, don't it? Definitely not kosher.
He is of mixed religion, therefore he is godless.