"Anyway, fuck it. The battle is over and the war is won."

"No, fuck that. You can think about it. I am panicking and I'm off."

"[To Tom about the guns] So, the only thing connecting us to the case is in the back of your car, which is parked outs…"

"They're lacking in criminal credibility, ain't they? I might get laughed at."

"There's no money, there's no weed. It's all been replaced by a pile of corpses."

"Let me tell you about Hatchet Harry. Once there was this geezer called Smithy Robinson, who worked for Harry. It was …"

"[To Dog holding up a gun] Bend over the fucking desk!"

"Oi! Keep your fingers out of my soup!"

"You're not funny, Tom. You're fat, and look as though you should be, but you're not!"

"No mortgages, no debts – lock, stock, the fucking lot."