Let Him Have It (1991)
Derek Bentley: I went National Service Medical yesterday.
Chris Craig: Yeah?
Derek Bentley: They said I was sub normal.
Chris Craig: You ain't sub normal, Del- you ain't normal, but you ain't sub normal.
Chris Craig: [muttering in the middle of his trial] Should've killed that fucker as well.
Chris Craig: [to Derek] I don't wanna do nothing with you. You ain't no pal of mine, stick with your fucking family!
Iris Bentley: How's that boy you're seeing?
Stella: What, Johnny? I'm not going about with him no more; his cars off the road.
Niven Craig: Money ought to be in people's pockets- where we can get at it.
William Bentley: Have you been with that Craig?
Derek Bentley: Did he come round here?
William Bentley: Yeah.
Derek Bentley: Don't worry about him, dad, he's just barmy that's all.
Chris Craig: [after jumping off the roof and falling through a glass ceiling to escape police] I wish I was fuckin' dead... I woulda killed the fuckin' lot of ya!
Chris Craig: [pointing gun at Derek] Hands up buster! Against the wall!
Derek Bentley: You cheeky little bleeder!
Chris Craig: What's the matter Derek? Can't take a joke?
Chris Craig: [about his brother's girlfriend] You know I could square it with Niv if you want a shot at her, I don't suppose he'd mind, not if you're a pal of mine.
Chris Craig: [picking up Derek's comic] Hey I like these. You got good taste.
Vincent Montgomery: Or he can't read, like you.
Chris Craig: [in American accent] Hey! Shut ya mouth college boy!
Vincent Montgomery: [also in American accent] You gonna make me, wise guy?
Chris Craig: I'll make ya!
[mimes shooting him]
Niven Craig: I just change my get up as often as I change my women.
Iris Bentley: [giving Derek heavy shopping bags] Come on muscle man, lets see what you're made of!
Chris Craig: Very cosy, Derek!
Iris Bentley: Go away Craig.
Chris Craig: I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to your fucking brother.
Derek Bentley: Don't you talk to her like that.
Iris Bentley: Derek, lets go.
Chris Craig: Is that what you've been doing? Keeping away from me so you can play happy bloody families?
Derek Bentley: Chris, mind your own business; I'll see you when I want to.
Iris Bentley: My brother don't wanna go round with you no more.
Chris Craig: Well, Del?
Derek Bentley: Look, fuck off!
Chris Craig: [getting on bus] You're a useless bastard! And a FUCKING traitor!
Chris Craig: I suppose you're gonna go too are ya?
Vincent Montgomery: Yeah, I think I might, this is a botch job!
Chris Craig: Some gang we are.
[grabs Monty's shirt collar]
Chris Craig: Off you fuck then!
Derek Bentley: What's up?
Chris Craig: Bogies. They've come for us.
Derek Bentley: My dad's gonna kill me.
Lawyer: Between the age of 11 and your present age, 16, how many fire arms have you had?
Chris Craig: Forty or fifty.
Chris Craig: I, uh, used to swap them with friends at school.
Judge: Why did you swap them?
Chris Craig: Because I liked them.
Lawyer: Did having them make you feel like one of the gangsters in the films?
Chris Craig: Yes, sir.
Lawyer: And how often did you carry them around with you?
Chris Craig: Every day.
Judge: Forty or fifty do you mean?
Chris Craig: Well I didn't carry them all at the same time, sir.