Wilson: You tell him, you tell him I'm coming. Tell him I'm fucking coming!
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Wilson: You tell him, you tell him I'm coming. Tell him I'm fucking coming!
Head DEA Agent: There's one thing I don't understand. The thing I don't understand is every motherfuckin' word you're saying.
Head DEA Agent: You're not from around here, are you?
Wilson: I'm looking for a different kind of satisfaction.
Stacy: What's the smartest thing that ever came out of a woman's mouth? Einstein's cock.
Wilson: Bide your time and everything becomes clear, and you can act accordingly.
Ed: If you could afford a place like this, you'd buy a place like this.
Excited Guy: That first Christopher Cross album? Wow, that record really changed my life.
Stacy: I'd tell you to blow it out your ass, but my dick's in the way.
Wilson: Tell me!... Tell me what happened to Jenny.
Wilson: You tell him, you tell him I'm coming. Tell him I'm fucking coming!
Head DEA Agent: There's one thing I don't understand. The thing I don't understand is every motherfuckin' word you're saying.
Head DEA Agent: You're not from around here, are you?
Wilson: I'm looking for a different kind of satisfaction.
Stacy: What's the smartest thing that ever came out of a woman's mouth? Einstein's cock.
Wilson: Bide your time and everything becomes clear, and you can act accordingly.
Ed: If you could afford a place like this, you'd buy a place like this.
Excited Guy: That first Christopher Cross album? Wow, that record really changed my life.
Stacy: I'd tell you to blow it out your ass, but my dick's in the way.
Wilson: Tell me!... Tell me what happened to Jenny.
Terry Valentine: Did you ever dream about a place you never really recall being to before? A place that maybe only exists in your imagination? Some place far away, half remembered when you wake up. When you were there, though, you knew the language. You knew your way around. *That* was the sixties. Terry Valentine: No. It wasn't that either. It was just '66 and early '67. That's all there was.
Wilson: How you doin' then? All right, are you? Now look, squire, you're the guv'nor here, I can see that. I'm in your manor now. So there's no need to get your knickers in a twist. Whatever this bollocks is that's going down between you and that slag Valentine, it's got nothing to do with me. I couldn't care less. Alright, mate? Let me explain. When I was in prison - second time - uh, no, telling a lie, third stretch, yeah, third, third - there was this screw what really had it in for me, and that geezer was top of my list. Two years after I got sprung, I sees him in Holland Park. He's sittin' on a bench feedin' bloody pigeons. There was no-one about, I could've gone up behind him and snapped his fuckin' neck, *wallop!* But I left it. I could've knobbled him, but I didn't. 'Cause what I thought I wanted wasn't what I wanted. What I thought I was thinkin' about was something else. I didn't give a toss. It didn't matter, see? This berk on the bench wasn't worth my time. It meant sod-all in the end, 'cause you gotta make a choice: when to do something, and when to let it go. When it matters, and when it don't. Bide your time. That's what prison teaches you, if nothing else. Bide your time, and everything becomes clear, and you can act accordingly. Head DEA Agent: There's one thing I don't understand. The thing I don't understand is every motherfuckin' word you're saying.
Jim Avery: What keeps you so lucky? Terry Valentine: I learned to skate as a young boy.
Wilson: Bring the motor round. Wilson: Bring it to the front. Wilson: Oi... oi... point it, down 'ill.
Stacy: This is un-fucking-professional, man. Jim Avery: Well you see, a successful man like me has limitations. I lose touch with the street level, so, I have to depend on a smart boy like you. A lot closer to the nitty and the gritty than I am. Stacy: Hey, fuck you, Mr. Whatever-Your-Name-Is, alright? This is a lifestyle I embrace.
Jim Avery: How do you keep getting so lucky, Terry? Terry Valentine: I learned how to skate when I was a little boy.
Stacy: You know what, man? I'd tell you to blow it out your ass, but my dick's in the way.
Wilson: Tell me... Tell me!... Tell me what happened to Jenny.
Stacy: This is un-fucking-professional, man. Jim Avery: Well you see, a successful man like me has limitations. I lose touch with the street level so, I have to depend on a smart boy like you. A lot closer to the nitty and the gritty than I am. Stacy: Hey, fuck you, Mr. whatever-your-name-is, alright? This is a lifestyle I embrace.
Jim Avery: What did you tell them? Terry Valentine: I told them that a long time employee flipped out. That he had drug problems, and he refused counseling- which as it happens is true- and he... committed suicide. One of the guests tried to stop him. Jim, how the fuck do you stop Gordon at four hundred pounds? Jim Avery: That was good. That was good. Good. He's heavier than that now, isn't he?
Stacy: I got a guy on the inside. Uncle John: Who's that? Stacy: You know that putz, Tom, from Seattle? Uncle John: Tom... Tom Johanssen? Stacy: Yeah, from Seattle. I sent him to Avery. Uncle John: What'd he say? Stacy: What'd he say? He said they're taking a road trip up the coast, you know. Him and Avery, a couple guys. Uncle John: You think we oughta hit this English guy again? Stacy: Yeah, man. Yeah! If he hasn't gotten whacked in Bucktown, we might still have our aces. I just can't fucking figure out who this guy is, you know? A courier, a buyer, seller. Anyway, Avery wants him. Those jigs wanted him. You can bet your ass there's a briefcase somewhere. Uncle John: A briefcase. So what do you think's in it? Stacy: Drugs, cash, whatever- both if we're lucky, you know?
Wilson: Steady on, Fangio. Ed: Man you steady on, man. What the fuck you do back there? You really didn't cap the guy, did you? Did you? Wilson: That would've been too easy. Ed: Too easy? Wilson: He's gotta know why. Ed: You think a fucking guy like that ever will?
