If you're going to use it {the gun}, point that thing at my head. That's where the trouble is. Gut-shot soldiers take half a day to die. I've seen them. Walking around with their guts in their arms like dirty washing.
— Gentlemen, this is your cousin. Polly's son, Michael.
— Pleased to meet you. John.
— I'm Arthur. You've already met me. I used to throw you out of the window, so John could catch you.
— I used to put you in a shoebox and kick you down Watery Lane.
Explanation:
Michael was taken from his mother when he was little. His first meeting with his brothers many years later.
— You fixing races now? Do you have permission from Billy Kimber to be fixing races, hm? Then what's got into you? You think we can take on the Chinese and Billy Kimber. Billy's got a bloody army!
— I think, Arthur. That's what I do. I think, so that you don't have to.