The Limey

[to Valentine] That first Christopher Cross album? Wow, that record really changed my life.

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Wilson: How you doin' then? All right, are you? Now look, squire, you're the guv'nor here, I can see that. I'm in your manor now. So there's no need to get your knickers in a twist. Whatever this bollocks is that's going down between you and that slag Valentine, it's got nothing to do with me. I couldn't care less. Alright, mate? Let me explain. When I was in prison - second time - uh, no, telling a lie, third stretch, yeah, third, third - there was this screw what really had it in for me, and that geezer was top of my list. Two years after I got sprung, I sees him in Holland Park. He's sittin' on a bench feedin' bloody pigeons. There was no-one about, I could've gone up behind him and snapped his fuckin' neck, *wallop!* But I left it. I could've knobbled him, but I didn't. 'Cause what I thought I wanted wasn't what I wanted. What I thought I was thinkin' about was something else. I didn't give a toss. It didn't matter, see? This berk on the bench wasn't worth my time. It meant sod-all

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Ed: Do you understand half the shit he says? Elaine: No, but I know what he means.

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Wilson: Can't be too careful nowadays, y'know? Lot of "tea leaves" about, know what I mean? Warehouse Foreman: Excuse me? Wilson: Tea leaves... thieves.

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Wilson: [looking at view] Wow! Ed: Yeah, if you can afford a house like this, you buy a house like this, you know? Wilson: [peering over railing] What are we standing on? Ed: Trust? [pause] You know, you could see the sea out there, if you could see it. Wilson: Could ya?

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Uncle John: How much? Stacy: Five grand. Uncle John: Heyy. Stacy: Got half in my pocket. Uncle John: We makin' trouble for someone? Stacy: Yep. Uncle John: Which kind? Stacy: [pause] ...the forever kind.

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