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Combo (Character)
from This Is England (2006)

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This Is England (2006)
Combo: But I've got one question to ask you. Do you consider yourself English, or Jamaican?
[There's a long uneasy silence, as Milky looks around nervously to the rest of his friends... ]
Milky: [eventually] English.
Combo: Lovely, lovely, love you for that, that's fucking great. A proud man, learn from him; that's a proud man. That's what we need, man. That's what this nation has been built on, proud men. Proud fucking warriors! Two thousand years this little tiny fucking island has been raped and pillaged, by people who have come here and wanted a piece of it - two fucking world wars! Men have laid down their lives for this. For this... and for what? So people can stick their fucking flag in the ground and say, "Yeah! This is England. And this is England, and this is England."

Combo: [to Sandhu] Don't you fucking dare backchat me, or I will slay you now where you fucking stand, you fucking Paki cunt!

Combo: [to Sandhu, after robbing him] Picking on a kid, mate? Fucking hell. Picking on a fucking kid, was ya? Eh?
Mr. Sandhu: Just take what you want and go, OK?
Combo: SHUT UP! I'M talking! I'M your fucking size! Fuck with me!
Mr. Sandhu: You got what you want! Just go now, alright?
Combo: Don't you fucking dare backchat me, or I will slay you now where you fucking stand, you fucking Paki cunt! Right? You listen to fucking me! That fucking kid's Dad DIED for this fucking country! What have YOU fucking done for it? FUCK-ALL but take fucking jobs off decent people.
[Backing towards the door, pointing a knife at Sandhu]
Combo: Now listen, son. Listen good. We'll be back here whenever we want, right? Cuz this is fucking OURS, now. This is OURS, this, fucking Sandhu. Don't forget that. Any fucking time we want. And clean the place up, it fucking stinks of curry! Fucking stinks! REEKS of the fucking shit!
[Leaves the shop as Sandhu looks on, shocked but grateful to still be alive]

Shaun: Get me... 'undred fags, two bottles of wine, a bottle of whisky, and ten cans of lager now.
Mr. Sandhu: You know what you're gonna have? Nothing!
Shaun: What?
Mr. Sandhu: You know you're not supposed to be in here. Go. Out. Bang.
Shaun: Just fucking get them, you Paki bastard!
Mr. Sandhu: [Bewildered] What did you say?
Shaun: Get them you FILTHY - PAKI - BASTARD!
Mr. Sandhu: Right! That's it!
[Begins chasing Shaun around the shop until he catches him]
Mr. Sandhu: That's it!
Shaun: Get off!
Mr. Sandhu: Get out!
Combo: [Entering the shop] What's going on, mate? You gotta problem?
Mr. Sandhu: [Wrestling Shaun towards the door] He's been calling me a Paki bastard. Just open the door and I'll let him out. Go on, mate.
Combo: [Suddenly brandishing a huge knife] GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HIM NOW! FUCKING HANDS OFF HIM!

Combo: [Gadget steals countless jars of sweets from Sandhu's shop] Fuckin' hell, Gadge. Couldn't you get any more fucking sweets, man?

Combo: [Walking with Shaun, Gadget, Meggy and Banjo, noticing three Indian boys playing football in a corner] Look at these little fuckin' sewer rats, look. Fuckin' vermin. Boys!
[the boys group together, but Meggy snatches the ball from them]
Combo: Now that's OUR ball now, right? And WE'RE playin' 'ere, so I suggest you take fuckin' Tweedledum and Tweedledee and fuck off home. If I see you in my streets again...
[He brandishes a penknife and brings it to the boy's cheek. Shaun smiles stupidly]
Combo: ...I'll slash ya, and it'll be an 'undred times fuckin' worse, alright?
Football kid: [Uncomfortably] Yeah...
Combo: Now run 'ome, cuz mummy's cookin' curry. Go on.
[the Indian boys run off as Combo's gang begin playing]

Combo: What do you think makes a bad father?
Milky: I don't know. How about you, what do you think?
Combo: Niggers.
Milky: What's with the "Nigger"?
Combo: [Starts beating and kicking Milky to within an inch of his life]

Shaun: [Milky is bloody and unconscious] Oh, Combo, what have you done to 'im?
Combo: Men don't cry! Remember, men don't cry!

Passenger: I mean, do you really believe all this bullshit?
Combo: Get out, you faggot!

Combo: [Robbing Mr Sandu's store] What are you doing?
Accomplice: I thought I'd take a shit.
Combo: Put your arse away, mate.

Combo: Spit? That's a man's handshake, I promise you.

Lol: What you mean before you went to prison and ruined everything? I'm going to be late for work. You can keep your little box.
Lol: [Puts the handcrafted gift on the dashboard and leaves the car]
Combo: [Starts crying and beats his head on the side window]

Combo: [to Shaun, waiting for the NF speaker to arrive] Now I want you on your best behaviour.