Eddie Pellam:
It's Cornell.
Charlie Pellam:
Oh, what does he want? I thought he wasn't supposed to leave his coffin when the sun was up.
[Cornell storms into the scrapyard office, clutching a newspaper]
George Cornell:
Those Kray brothers are getting on my tits.
[Charlie sends the secretary out]
Charlie Pellam:
You know, Cornell, it's amazing you can walk at all with your foot in your mouth so much.
[Cornell throws his newspaper onto the desk. A photo of the Krays is on it with the titles "Krays join crime fight" and "Businessmen aid charity boxing night"]
George Cornell:
You seen this?
Eddie Pellam:
Well, surprise us, what is it?
George Cornell:
Kray brothers, splattered all over the papers. Bloody heroes, they are! This to charity, that to charity, the other to charity.
Eddie Pellam:
What does it matter?
George Cornell:
What does it matter! You sit here in your little office crushing cars into little snotballs, what does it matter? I'm out there earwigging it on the street and what I'm hearing is Kray Kray Kray Kray Kray! The pavement stinks with Kray!
Charlie Pellam:
What are you saying, Cornell?
George Cornell:
You know damn well what I'm saying!
Charlie Pellam:
Cornell, we've been through this a million times. The Krays are not interested in us. Course, they will be if you don't shut that megaphone of a voice box.
George Cornell:
No, no, no. You don't know what they're saying about you, they're saying things.
Charlie Pellam:
Things? What things?
George Cornell:
Things. I say shoot the bastards. Shoot them. What are they, a pair of bumboys, let's put them out of their misery! A couple of movie gangsters! All they're interested in is what they look like! They make me sick! They're a pair of locusts! You won't have a thing, you won't have the pants you're sitting in unless we do something now. They walk down the street like Kings! King ponces, and you know why? They own the fucking street! So what I say is, bang-bang, all over, nice one. Nice and sweet, easy, end of aggro, OK?
