J: Do I ever disappoint? Fuckin' no. Why? I deliver. Why? I'm your man.
Gilly: Jackie Junior. Now he was the sort of guy who couldn't pass a shop window without having a quick look to check he was still gorgeous.
[Walking through a drug house]
Gilly: Somebody once said that the living were a rare species of the dead.
[Looking at all the drugged out people]
Gilly: When you see this, you wonder is there's a difference.
Max Bell: So, what's this thing you've got for me then?
Detective Inspector Sarah Pryce: Jackie Jr.'s just flown in.
Max Bell: So?
[Hands Max pictures of Jackie talking to J]
Detective Inspector Sarah Pryce: Your boy's a real entrepreneur.
[Max looking at the pictures]
Max Bell: So tell me something I don't know, yeah?
Detective Inspector Sarah Pryce: He's been selling guns behind your back.
Max Bell: [laughs] You've seen him, have you?
Detective Inspector Sarah Pryce: [Hands Max a gun] Let's just say he sold me one by default.
[Max grabs the gun]
Jackie Junior: Let's get to business. Tell you what, that airhostess, I'm sure she fancies me.
Charlie Franklin: Take a hit. Chill.
[Holds out a pipe]
Gilly: I don't want to chill.
[Max talking to Jackie, while J tries to blend into the background]
Max Bell: Jackie, you don't know J here, do you?
Jackie Junior: No, I don't think we've met.
[Jackie shakes hands with J]
Jackie Junior: Nice to meet you, J. How you doing, all right?
J: How's it going.
[Gilly talking to Jay]
Gilly: Hey, the thing we're talking about last night, there's no way I'm walking into a room full of gansters with machine-guns telling them I'm IRA.
Gilly: [Narrating] When you're inside, it's not just the obvious things you miss. You can even end up being nostalgic for a set of fucking traffic lights.
J: You look older, man. Fucked.
Gilly: It's the only thing I haven't been.
Jackie Junior: Hey, Max, how come it's always so fucking cold in this town?
J: [Talking over a cellphone] Look, about tonight, can we make it later?
Jackie Junior: We ever going to do this thing?
J: Yeah, Jackie, please.
Jackie Junior: Where the fuck did you get the balls big enough to cancel on me?
Jackie Junior: Gentlemen.
[Takes a bat and hit's Gilly with it]
Jackie Junior: You stutter again and I will shoot your fucking legs off, all right?
Jackie Junior: [Finds a gun on Gilly] Brings a gun to a deal, eh? Cheeking fucker.
Jackie Junior: [Looking down on Gilly and J on the ground] Now, I see you, J, and I see him, but I don't see my fucking machine-guns. I've been in town two fucking days, and you don't deem me worthy to make good on your promise.
[Jackie slaps head, which is wrapped in a plastic bag]
Jackie Junior: You're a waste of good air, J.
Gilly: [Trying to get up] Wait just...
[Jackie kicks him in the stomach]
Jackie Junior: Shut the fuck up! Do you have any fucking idea what is going down here? Anyway, what the fuck are you doing here? It was suppossed to be this man for the fucking drop and that was it.
[Jackie kicks Gilly again]
Gilly: Talk to me. This is my thing, not his.
[Jackie grabs Gilly and throws him on his stomach and toward J]
Jackie Junior: [Jackie puts his knee in Gilly's back and pulls his head up] Oh, it's your fucking thing is it?
Jackie Junior: You've got one foot int he shit already. You better think before you fucking speak.
Gilly: Take the bag off his head, will talk. Take the bag off his head, we'll talk. He's fucking choking!
Jackie Junior: Convince me.
Gilly: I'm supplying the hardware. No offense, Mr. Moffet. We're not buying a loaf of bread here, we're selling machine-guns.
[Jackie flips Gilly over and sticks a gun in his mouth]
Jackie Junior: Bang!
Jackie Junior: [after letting J and Gilly get up] See that's me all over, mate. That's me all over, you know what I mean? I get paranoid.
Jackie Junior: I overreact.
[Tommy getting Gilly and J a drink]
Jackie Junior: Right, you're all set up. J, I'm sorry, mate. Hey, are we friends?
Jackie Junior: [Pointing to Gilly] Uh... you... I don't think I know your name.
[Gilly says nothing]
Jackie Junior: [Laughs] A man of mystery, I like that.
[Clinching his fists]
Jackie Junior: Fuck! I have to say, I really enjoyed all that stuff. That was great. So, uh, these guns... when can I expect delivery?
Jackie Junior: Tonight? Are you sure about that? Because you know, I don't want to be fucked around. Not again.
Jackie Junior: Well, that's good. So you guarantee me that? Because in my world a guarantee is a guarantee. And I like you boys, and I want to do business, and I want those machine-guns in my possion by tonight.
Jackie Junior: [Grabbing Gilly and J by the knees] Because if not, I will fucking find you both. And I will leave you where I find you.
[Looking at J]
Jackie Junior: Do you understand me? Do you understand me? Good.
Jackie Junior: Do you? Then we'll all be friends.
Jackie Junior: Boys I believe you have something for me?
Gilly: [Narrating] Yeah, I had somthing for him.
Jackie Junior: [Tommy lays the briefcase on the table] Thank you Tommy.
Gilly: [Narrating] Max's money, and his dope. Put that together with an eyewitness statement, and I had my ticket out of the game. If ever there was a time for J to discover he had a heart of gold...
J: [Points a gun at Gilly's head] Don't touch it. Don't you fucking touch it.
Gilly: [Narrating] This wasn't it.
J: Take the money, Gil. Take the money and fuck off.
Jackie Junior: [Watching J carefully] You want to take it easy there, J?
J: Jackie? Shut... up.
Jackie Junior: What the fuck are you doing?
J: [Takes one of the package of drugs from the briefcase] I don't know what I'm doing.
[Gets up and bites the end off the package and starts to shaking the drugs all over the place]
J: I'm making the choice. Taking care of business. Paying off a debt. Investing in the future.