Sal: Wanna wake-up wit' a ice pick in your eye?
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Barry Ryan: What made you think you had a FUCKING CHOICE?
Sharon Ryan: I think Barry's gone off you blokes.
Darcy: You're taking a pissa outta my pizza.
Beryl: Hey! Stop nickin' me bloody lamingtons.
Barry Ryan: Get yourself some new clobber.
Barry Ryan: A bit of bloody shoosh! Alright?
Barry Ryan: He'll find out when he gets a handful o' nuts.
Sal: Wanna wake-up wit' a ice pick in your eye?
Barry Ryan: What made you think you had a FUCKING CHOICE?
Sharon Ryan: I think Barry's gone off you blokes.
Darcy: You're taking a pissa outta my pizza.
Beryl: Hey! Stop nickin' me bloody lamingtons.
Barry Ryan: Get yourself some new clobber.
Barry Ryan: A bit of bloody shoosh! Alright?
Barry Ryan: He'll find out when he gets a handful o' nuts.
Sal: Wanna wake-up wit' a ice pick in your eye?
Freddie: Barry! You fuckin' ponce! You think you can just smash my machines? Barry Ryan: Freddy, you fuckin' ferret. I jus' did, didn' I?
Norm: What can you do? Darcy: I know how to shoot people and blow shit up.
Sharon Ryan: You got much on today? Barry Ryan: Bibs 'n bobs, all over the shop.
Ray: Everyone knows you run the machines. Right? Barry Ryan: Not bloody Freddy! Bloke's tryin' ta root me up the bum. What am I s'pose ta do? Drop me strides and give him the nod?
Darcy: Well, the Yank soldiers, they told me about these new types of restaurants that they got over there. Barry Ryan: Bloody mug's game - restaurants - mate. You're up at 5: 00 in the morning gettin' the food and still there at 1: 00 the next mornin' . Darcy: Ah, things, they're different. It's... stuff that's quick 'n easy to make. It's identical. It's like a factory. Barry Ryan: Identical! Jesus, no-one 'll go fer that! You'll go broke in 24 hours. People want choice.
Barry Ryan: Christ almighty! I got this *shit* on me new car! These *cunts* are dead. Freddie: Come on, you fuckin' piece o' canary shit!
Hollywood: They're not just Yanks, they're Mafia. They've taken over Montezuma. Barry Ryan: Wogs with guns. Can't think of anythink worse.
Margaret: What's bouf-head doin' here? Barry Ryan: Be fuckin' nice, alright? You're not a bouf-head, are ya? Darcy: I'll go wait in the car. Barry Ryan: See? I told ya he's not a bouf-head.
Barry Ryan: Hey, Darcy. You know much about Yanks? Darcy: Yeah. In Vietnam, they were fuckin' everywhere and fuckin' everythink. Barry Ryan: Then that'd make you a fuckin' expert.
Sal: You think you can get a color set? Bell Boy: They only come in black 'n white, sorry. Sal: You're kiddin' me? Tony: Here you go, chief. Bell Boy: What's that for? Tony: It's a tip. Bell Boy: Oh, righty-o. Ta. Tony: Ta. Sal: Taaah. Feel like we're... visitin'... hillbillies, here.
Sal: You see that? *That* is why you need color TV. You see the blood; everything. What is it in black 'n white? It looks old. It's like it happened years ago. Darcy: It's no prettier in colour, mate. Sal: No? We love this war. We own it.
