Harry Brown (2009)
Harry Brown: I don't reckon you've got long. Seen that before. Gut wound. The slug's probably torn right through your liver. Mate of mine in Ulster got caught in sniper fire. Bullet blew his inside out. He screamed for a good 10 minutes. We couldn't send a medic in, the section was too hot. So we all took cover... and watched him die. I've never told that... to anyone... you should've called an ambulance... for the girl...
Frampton: It's not Northern Ireland Harry.
Harry Brown: No it's not. Those people were fighting for something; for a cause. To them out there, this is just entertainment.
Harry Brown: [On shooting a drug dealer whose gun jammed when he tried to kill him] You failed to maintain your weapon, sir.
Stretch: What do you want a gun for, brother?
Harry Brown: I want to shoot the pigeons... off my roof.
Harry Brown: [looks at a young girl lying on the couch overdosing] Is... is she OK?
Stretch: She's having the time of her life!
Stretch: Ain't ya, baby? Ain't ya, Sharon?
Stretch: *SHARON*! SHARON, YOU *FUCK*!
Man1: Do you want it, fella, huh?
Man1: Because you wanted this yesterday, brother. You wanna do this shit?
Man2: Let's go.
Harry Brown: The marines were a lifetime ago. I was a different man then. When I met my Kath, I knew that all that stuff had to be locked away. I made the decision all those years ago. And I stuck to it.
Noel Winters: Think you got rid of my old man?
D.S. Terry Hicock: Yeah.
Noel Winters: Well you haven't. He's still out there now, doing what he's always done. You know how? I *am* my old man.
S.I. Childs: Crime in the Estate has declined by almost 30 percent. With continued help from the members of the community, we hope to eradicate the criminal element who have long since blighted the lives of the silent majority.
Harry Brown: [on shooting the first drug dealer] You should have called an ambulance... for the girl.
Harry Brown: [to Stretch] You two are a right pair of cunts!
Stretch: [points his gun at Brown] Look at me! Yeah...
[tries to shoot Brown; his gun jams]
Harry Brown: [discussing about his friend who was recently murdered] Bob Creswell; Big Scottish bloke. We were in the Marines together. If it hadn't have been for him, I wouldn't have met my Kath. It was a service dance, and Bob's dancing with this girl. And... I dunno, I... I see this... pretty pair of eyes... and I guess we just liked the look of each other, so... I cut in on Bob, and Kath and me, we spent the rest of the night dancing together.
Stretch: [encouraging Brown to rape the unconscious girl on his couch] She likes to cuddle, this one. Wanna cuddle her? Do what you fucking want to her. She won't remember a thing!
Stretch: What's the matter? Can't you get your cock hard anymore, old man?
Harry Brown: [Stretch's girlfriend starts overdosing from drugs while laying on the couch] Hey, are you sure she's OK? Maybe we should take her to the hospital?
Stretch: [defensive] What did you just say?
Harry Brown: Your girlfriend needs a doctor. Maybe you should call an ambulance...
Stretch: Ain't no fucking ambulance gonna come here, brother! Do you understand me?
Harry Brown: OK. OK, I'll- I'll mind my own business. All right?
Stretch: That's fine. She ain't your business. She's *my* business!
Stretch: Now you pay for your gun and fuck off... before I hurt you!
[Stretch points his gun at Brown]
Noel Winters: I'm fucking sick of this. I've been stuck in here for fucking hours now. You ain't got fuck all on me, so let me go.
D.S. Terry Hicock: Noel, if you use abusive language to myself or my colleague, or threatening behaviour, I will have you escorted back to your cell and...
Noel Winters: What are they going to do, put me over the fucking table and spank me?... You'd like that wouldn't you, you fucking faggot. And you...
[point at her]
Noel Winters: I'll stick it up your fucking arsehole and rip your fucking hair out, and you'll fucking love every fucking minute of it!... You're the type, I can tell.
Frampton: Noel, I think you think you're taking control of this situation.
Noel Winters: I'll take control of you, you fucking slag.
Frampton: It seems to me you're losing control, you're losing it... Is that what happened with Mr Attwell, Noel? Did you get angry like you are now?
Noel Winters: Is that your training kicking in?
Frampton: Did you lose it?
Noel Winters: Are you a fucking psychologist now?
Frampton: Did you stab him, Noel?
Noel Winters: I'll stab you with my fucking cock.