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Old Man at Bar: [Johnny Quid takes Old Man's drink and swigs] Oi, that's my drink.

Pete: Fuck you, sing-along.

[Johnny Quid gives the Old Man the finger]

Pete: You're no help, and stop calling me Pedro.

[Old Man grabs bottle to fight]

Johnny Quid: [Johnny Quid turns to face him, crazy-eyed] Come on then, boy. I'll have you and your girlfriends. I'll do the lot of yas.

[Johnny Quid points a sharpened pencil at the Old Man]

Johnny Quid: Do I not look like a pothouse? Six foot down the bar. Go on, jog on, walk on, goodbye, bon voyage, fuck off.

[Group of old men turn away]

Johnny Quid: Was I good or what, Pete?

Pete: Yeah.

Johnny Quid: It's all in the eyes. Junkies, I shit them.

One Two: So you don't wanna know what happened?

Stella: I know what happened. Hollandaise?

One Two: I see you ordered already.

Stella: You were late. Shouldn't you have taken precautions?

One Two: Precautions?

Stella: Well, that's your job, isn't it? I didn't realize.

One Two: Realize? Realize that they had guns? Big, long, dangerous machine guns? With war criminals attached to the trigger?

[cue big getaway sequence by the Wild Bunch]

One Two: You know what, darling? I'm just gonna leave this laundry bag here, under the table for you, okey? Goodbye, sweetheart. You're way too dangerous for me.