Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

Horse tranquilizer.

And I loved her very much.

Must be recent.

and you allow your gun to be taken off you,

What kinds of people?

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

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

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

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

Harry Waters says hello.

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

I'm not fighting anymore, Harry.

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

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

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

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

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

No, you're not!

Yes, Raamstraat 17.

Ring me on the public phone at Jimmy Driscoll's

Just go away somewhere,

well, he just fucking loved it then.

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

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

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

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

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

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

What's a lollipop man doing knowing fucking karate?

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

Used to be, you were a skinhead,

Harry, let's face it.

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

Como é CINCOCENTOS FODECHINCHOS?

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

What are they doing over there?

A five-star, with prostitutes in.

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

Hello? Where the fuck were you yesterday?

Listen, take down this address. Raamstraat 17.

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

Yeah, now I'm getting down to 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.

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

- For dinner? - Yeah.

That would make a good film!

ARE YOU TRYING TO FUCKIN WIND ME UP?

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

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

When I phoned you yesterday, did I ask you,

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

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

Was he just having a wee?

You murdered someone for money?

A bottle? No, don't bother.

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

No, no problem.

The little boy.

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

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

There's gonna be a war, man.

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

Are you talking to me?

Sure he didn't mind?

I know it's gonna be a shithole.