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: Let's go get those papers from your boyfriend. And drop me off on the way. I'm going back to bed. Handsome Bob
: Can I come?
[One Two slaps him
: Bob, I know all your girlfriends, all of them. Handsome Bob
: I told you, you wouldn't understand! One Two
: What, I wouldn't understand that you're a fucking homo? You're Handsome Bob! You're Handsome Bob, the fucking lady-killer, that's who you are! Do you hear me, Bob? I mean, I've had showers with you, man. You've seen my fucking cock!
: Come on, Bobby boy, cheer up. Handsome Bob
: What have I got to cheer up about? I'll be locked up in an 8-by-10 tomorrow night. One Two
: Bob, that's tomorrow night, okay? So tonight is take-off time. And we have got a party planned for you, my man! We got a couple of grams of "hurry up" and four "Jack the Rippers". We've got the Harris twins, probably the most expensive escort girls ever to have escorted; got the night off from the Russians and they have been greased down just for the Bobski!
[Handsome Bob rubs his eyes
] One Two
: Okay, well, I see that cheered you up. Handsome Bob
: It's not that I'm not grateful, it's just... One Two
: What? It's just what? Handsome Bob
: You wouldn't understand... One Two
: Come on, Bobby boy, that's not fair. I'd understand anything coming from you. Handsome Bob
: Would you? One Two
: Bob, you're my best mate. Handsome Bob
: You see, I don't want the strippers, One Two. One Two
: Okay. Handsome Bob
: I want you.
[One Two chuckles, but Handsome Bob remains serious
] One Two
: Dirty bastard... You dirty bastard!
[stops the car and gets out
: Five years, you know, I don't know if I can handle it... One Two
: I don't know what I was thinking, Bob. I mean, there's nothing wrong with being a poof or being a gay, or whatever it is you call it, I don't know. I mean, there's gonna be plenty of your lot in there. You'll probably love it. Handsome Bob
: Oh, God...
] One Two
: What... what exactly is it that you... that you want to do to me, then, Bob?