Sexy Beast

Don: Shut up, cunt. You louse. You got some fuckin' neck, ain't you? Retired? Fuck off, you're revolting. Look at your suntan, it's leather, it's like leather man, your skin. We could make a fucking suitcase out of you. Like a crocodile, fat crocodile, fat bastard. You look like fucking Idi Amin, you know what I mean? Stay here? You should be ashamed of yourself. Who do you think you are? King of the castle? Cock of the walk?

[He gut-punches Gal]

Don: What you think this is the wheel of fortune? You think you can make your dough and fuck off? Leave the table? Thanks, Don, see you, Don, off to sunny Spain now, Don, fuck off, Don! Lying in your pool like a fat blob laughing at me, you think I'm gonna have that? You really think I'm gonna have that, ya ponce. All right, I'll make it easy for you. God knows you're fucking trying. Are you gonna do the job? It's not a difficult question, are you gonna do the job, yes or no?