Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Could we reserve judgment on Bruges until we've seen the fucking place?

well, he just fucking loved it then.

You murdered someone for money?

We...I think we're just gonna have a quiet one tonight, Jimmy.

Was he just having a wee?

There's gonna be a war, man.

Except only one of us needs to stay in, really.

Must be recent.

Harry, let's face it.

It's in Belgium.

You realize there are no bowling alleys in Bruges?

with a bunch of presents underneath it that'll never be opened.

Harry, swear not to start shooting until she's left the hotel.

Well, I'm definitely fighting with the Pakis if they've got the Vietnamese.

Harry Waters says hello.

'Get the fuck out of London, youse dumb fucks.

What's a 50-year-old lollipop man doing knowing fucking karate?

I know I'm awake, but I feel like I'm in a dream

And if to do that, I had to say, 'Fuck you, and fuck what I owe you,

You know what? Right now, I don't really give a fuck.

- For dinner? - Yeah.

I 'heet' the Canadian? I don't know what you're talking about.

Sure he didn't mind?

Are you talking to me?

There's a Christmas tree somewhere in London With a bunch of presents under it that'll never be opened

That's for Diogo Jota, you Chelsea fucking cunts!

And I loved her very much.

That would make a good film!

which sounds like it would've solved the boy's problem.

Yeah, now I'm getting down to it!

Anyway, supposed to turn up to court here in two days.

ARE YOU TRYING TO FUCKIN WIND ME UP?

and you allow your gun to be taken off you,

A bottle? No, don't bother.

Horse tranquilizer.

Number three, you better fucking be in tomorrow night when I fucking call again

When I phoned you yesterday, did I ask you,

I wasn't gonna go through with it, Ray.

Just go away somewhere,

I mean, basically, if you're robbing a man and you're only carrying blanks,

What's a lollipop man doing knowing fucking karate?

Ray? Why don't you go out down to the pub for half an hour?

I guess at least there weren't any black people involved, eh, Jimmy?

He didn't even want the Vietnamese on his side!

A five-star, with prostitutes in.

in the middle of a thousand fucking Belgians, am I?

Yeah, I know you know it's a train. Do you know what train?

Are you sure this is the right word, 'alcoves'?

I'd never hit a woman generally, Chloe. Don't think that.

Como é CINCOCENTOS FODECHINCHOS?

No, you're not!

I can't see! I can't see!

I'd like to go to see Bruges again before I die.

Ring me on the public phone at Jimmy Driscoll's

The little boy.

What kinds of people?

Listen, I'm gonna give you some money and put you on a train somewhere.

I know it's gonna be a shithole.

I'm not fighting anymore, Harry.

No, no problem.

Used to be, you were a skinhead,

I think you have a couple of rooms booked under Cranham and Blakely?

I don't try and help her carry her shopping, I don't go that far,

Hello? Where the fuck were you yesterday?

how can that not be somebody's fucking thing, eh?

Listen, take down this address. Raamstraat 17.

What are they doing over there?

Yes, Raamstraat 17.