Eddie: They're armed.
Soap: Armed, armed with what?
Eddie: Err, bad breath, colorful language, feather duster... what do you think
they're gonna be armed with? Guns, you tit!
Rory Breaker: If the milk turns out to be sour, I ain't the kinda pussy to drink
Nick the Greek: I'll need a sample.
Tom: Ahh, no can do I'm afraid.
Nick the Greek: What's that? Some place near Katmandu? Meet me halfway, mate.
Tom: Look, it's all completely chicken soup.
Nick the Greek: It's what?
Tom: It's kosher. As Christmas.
Nick the Greek: The Jews don't celebrate Christmas, Tom.
Big Chris: It's been emotional.
Tom: There's no money, there's no weed. It's all been replaced by a pile of
Rory Breaker: If you hold back anything, I'll kill ya. If you bend the truth or
I think your bending the truth, I'll kill ya. If you forget anything I'll kill
ya. In fact, you're gonna have to work very hard to stay alive, Nick. Now do you
understand everything I've said? Because if you don't, I'll kill ya.
"Hatchet" Harry: I don't want to know who you use, as long as they're
not complete muppets.
Soap: A minute ago this was the safest job in the world. Now it's turning into a
bad day in Bosnia.
Winston: Charles, get the rifle out. We're being fucked.
Soap: OY! Keep your fingers out of my soup!
Barry the Baptist: If you don't want to be counting the fingers you haven't got,
I suggest you get those guns. Quick!
Gary: Shotguns? What, like guns that fire shot?
Barry the Baptist: Oh, you must be the brains of the operation. Yes, guns that
Winston: We grow copious amounts of ganja here, and you're carrying a wasted
girl and a bag of fertilizer. You don't look like your average
Plank: Ah! They shot me!
Dog: Well, shoot em back!
John: Jesus, Plank, couldn't you have got smokeless cartridges? I can't see a
bloody thi-- Ah! I've been shot!
Dog: Look, will everyone stop gettin' shot?
Little Chris: Fuckin' hell John, do you always walk around with this in your
Big Chris: Hey! You use language like that again son, you'll wish you hadn't!
Big Chris: All right, son: roll them guns up, count the money, and put your seat
[Discussing their careers as marijuana growers]
J: I've a strong suspicion we should have been rocket scientists, or Nobel Peace
Prize winners or something.
Charles: Peace Prize? Ooh. Be lucky to find your penis for a piss, the amount
you keep smoking.
Tom: It's not worth him giving us any trouble, 'cause he knows we'll be a pain
in the arse, and who needs a pain in the arse?
Soap: I'd take a pain in the arse for half a million quid.
Tom: You'd take a pain in the arse for air miles.
Soap: Rory Breaker? That psychotic black dwarf with an Afro?
Tom: That would be the same man, yes.
Soap: You're not funny, Tom. You're fat, and look as though you should be, but
[haggling with Tom]
Nick the Greek: What else does it come with?
Tom: It comes with a gold-plated Rolls Royce, as long as you pay for it.
Nick the Greek: Dunno. Seems expensive.
Tom: Seems? Well, this seems to be a complete waste of my time. That, my friend,
is 900 nicker in any store you're lucky enough to find one in. And you're
haggling over 200 pound? What school of finance did you come from Nick?
"It's a deal, it's a steal, it's the Sale of the fucking Century!" In
fact, fuck it Nick, I think I'll keep it!
Nick the Greek: Alright alright, keep your allens on!
[Peels off notes from his wad.]
Nick the Greek: Here's a ton.
Tom, Eddie: Jesus Christ!
Eddie: You could choke a dozen donkeys on that! And you're haggling over one
hundred pound? What're you doing when you're not buying stereos Nick? Finance
Nick the Greek: 100 pound is still 100 pound.
Tom: Not when the price is 200 pound it ain't! And certainly not when you've got
Liberia's deficit in your skyrocket. Tighter than a duck's butt you are. Now,
lemme feel the fibre of your fabric.
Barry the Baptist: Lock, stock, the fuckin' lot.
Bacon: Right, let's sort the buyers from the spiers; the needy from the greedy;
and those who trust me from the ones who don't. Cos if you can't see value here
today, you're not up here shopping, you're up here shop lifting.
Rory Breaker: What did you shoot him with, an air rifle?
Winston: Look, we grow weed. We're not mercenaries.
Rory Breaker: You don't say.
Soap: Also, I think knives are a good idea. Big, fuck-off shiny ones. Ones that
look like they could skin a crocodile. Knives are good, because they don't make
any noise, and the less noise they make, the more likely we are to use them.
Shit 'em right up. Makes it look like we're serious. Guns for show, knives for a