Imagine you walk down the street... and you bump into three blokes carrying carpeting knives. Nah, they're not carpet fitters. They're after your wallet. Maybe even that gold watch... that you got for the highest arrest rate in the Southeast. One of the rats there even very kindly offered to carve their name in your face. Now, would you be more worried about whether you're gonna have a fight... than how it looks in the papers?
— You know, the chaps had a word... for this type of bare look, didn't they?
— Minimalist.
— Shy is the word I had in mind.
— A double Irish.
— Can't do, buddy. I'm closed.
— Listen up. I'm only gonna say this once. I ain't your buddy. When I ask for a drink, you say, Ice with that, sir? Now let's begin again. A double Irish.
— You want ice with that, sir?
— Don't be ridiculous. Who needs ice?
— That'll be five quid, sir.
— Like you said... you're closed.
— So run the description by me again.
— Ain't you gonna take any notes?
— Do I look like I carry a pencil?
— Oh, yeah. The other thing, about you being a good cop. I meant that.
— Thank you.
— For a poofter.
