Gorgeous George: Get back down or you will
not be coming up next time.
[
watches as Mickey warms up]
Gorgeous George: Oh, bollocks to you.
This is sick. I'm out of here.
Mickey:
You're not going anywhere, you thick lump.
[
Pulls off his
shirt]
Turkish: Well, do you want to do it?
Mickey: That depends.
Turkish: On what?
Mickey: On you buying this caravan. Not the
rouge one, the rose.
Turkish: It's not
the same caravan.
Mickey: It's not the
same fight.
Turkish: It's twice the size of the last one.
Mickey:
Turkish, the fight is twice the size. And me ma still needs a caravan. I like to
look after me ma. It's a fair deal. Take it.
Turkish: Mickey, you're lucky we aren't worm
food after your last performance. Buying a tart's mobile palace is a little rich.
[
Realizes his mistake]
Turkish: I wasn't calling your mum a tart. I
just meant...
Mickey: Ah, save your
breath for cooling your porridge. Now, look...
Mickey: [
starts talking
incoherently] I want the hector two roof lights, with the discover cushions
and the matching side stripe caravan.
Mickey: Right. And she's terrible partial to the
periwinkle blue, boys. Have I made myself clear, lads?
Turkish: Yeah, that's perfectly clear, Mickey.
Just give me one minute to confer with my colleague.
[
to
Tommy]
Turkish: Did you understand
a single word of what he just said?
Turkish: For ever action, there is a
reaction. And a Pikey reaction... is quite a thing
