Neil: When we get to the country, we are gonna piss up all the trees to mark our teritory, then we are gonna find a pub and get so drunk we can't remember how to speak, and we'll communicate in grunts like neanderthals, before passing out in the woods!
Bex: Well you can celebrate your own divorce with him!
[tries to pull her wedding ring off, but it won't budge]
Mikey: Yeah, I thought you'd react like that, so I glued your ring on while you were asleep!
Mikey: Now you decide to shoot something, you fucking monkey's arse ring!
Sergeant Gavin Wright: I had one bullet left. I was saving it for when I really needed it.
Mikey: You're still a twat!
Banksy: It could be worse!
Neil: How many fingers am I holding up?
Neil: How could this get any worse?