RocknRolla

Fred: There's no way you're gonna get a five, you understand that, Bob? They've got nothing on you, son. Handsome Bob: What are you talking about? Fred, they've got grass. They've got an informer. They've got a rat with a roach smoking a canary. They've got more information than the fucking Internet.

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Archy: Bandy, you ever ask a stupid question like that again, see Danny there? He's gonna slap you. Bandy: Sorry Arch, I was, I was just trying to use initiative. Archy: Danny, slap him. Archy: With the right, Danny, properly. Archy: No, no, no, no. Come on, do it properly, with the back of the right hand. Danny: What is this, a tennis match, Arch? Archy: Slap him. Archy: [Muttering angrily] Oh, for fu... Like this. [Slaps Bandy, who stumbles] Now if you can master a slap like that, there's no need for your clients to hold back. They will open up like a fountain, full of words. No need for strong violence, no no; they're transported back to their childhoods. Putty, in your hands; ask Bandy. Look. Thinks he's back at school. [Bandy is biting his lip childishly] Danny: But he never went to school, Arch. Archy: You want a slap as well, Daniel? Eh? Now, if a slap don't work, you cut 'em or you pay 'em, but you keep your receipts, cos this ain't the Mafia.

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Mumbles: Did he make a pass on you? One Two: Yes, he fucking did. Mumbles: So, what's the problem? Eh? It was supposed to be his last night. You took care of him. That's what friends do for one another. Well done. And I won't tell the chaps.

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Rocker: [interrupting Mickey's phone call] The dry ice, Mickey, I need the fucking dry ice! My show just doesn't work without it! Mickey: If you'd asked me yesterday for dry ice, I would've got you the driest ice the world could have, but you didn't ask me for no dry ice. You asked me for two cases of Johnnie Walker Black Label and four ladies of the pole. And I got them for you, didn't I? Rocker: Yes. Yes, you did, I do confess, but Mickey. You're the manager, I'm the rocker. You've got on the hat. Why not just pull something out of it? Mickey: My hat is deep and full of magic. I got rabbits, handkerchiefs, and ladies of the pole drinking Black Label. I got smoke machines, bubble machines, I even got love marines, and still the hat goes deeper. All right? But there ain't no mothafuckin' dry ice. Rocker: Okay. Mmade your point. But tomorrow, might be quite nice to have some dry ice.

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Mumbles: See that man sitting on the sofa? Handsome Bob: What, the queen that's screwing me up? Mumbles: Yeah. Handsome Bob: It's a bit hard to miss him, isn't it? Mumbles: Well do me a favor, go over there and chat him up, will ya? Handsome Bob: Fuck off! Who do you think I am? Mumbles: No, well, he's a big time lawyer. I reckons he knows about an informer in our part of town. Now you were facing a five stretcher, I figured you might be interested. Yeah? Handsome Bob: Mhmm.... [walks over to the man]

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Handsome Bob: [in a seductive voice] Is that you, Bertie? Bertie: What's happening about that drink? Handsome Bob: What's happening about that paperwork? Bertie: Well I'm busy tonight. Monday looks good. I'll leave the papers at my reception under your name. I'll text you the address. Handsome Bob: Well, I'll pop 'round in a jiffy and I'll see you on Monday. Raaawwwwrrrr. [hangs up] [he and mumbles laugh] One Two: You are scary good at that. Handsome Bob: Aw, do you miss it? One Two: Hey, shut up, Bob or I'll slap you. All right, let's go pick up the paperwork from your boyfriend and drop me off on the way, huh? I'm going back to bed. Handsome Bob: Can I come? [One Two slaps Bob and he and Mumbles laugh]

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