Now, remember last night when you asked after Mama? She's gone, Charlie, and there's a few things we need to get this straight. There's her photographs, there's here clothes. We will keep things the way they are in the room. Just... keep things the way they are... I'm not much good, Charlie. And they'll found that out soon enough. But she's not going to be coming back, so it's just you and me. But she'll be with us in our hearts. Cos we love her.
— 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.