— We own the rops. Who's going to hang us now, eh? <...>
— No one is gonna hang you, Tommy. You're gonna hang yourself.
— Now, how soon did you know that i was not dead?
— You wrote me a letter, Alfie.
— What happened to your nose?
— You want to have that brother of yours put down.
— Oh, I tried that. He bit the vet.
— He said it's God will. But you're not God.
— No i'm not God... Not yet.