— John, wipe the blood out of his eye.
— Since then did you give orders?
— I'm a trained nurse.
— Don't make me laugh. It hurts my face.
— I bloody am.
— You went to one first aid class in the church hall and got thrown out for giggling.
— Not before I learned to stop somebody from choking.
— I'm not bloody choking, am I?
— You will be when I wrap this cloth round your neck.
— How much did you pay for the suit you'll be wearing?
— Oh, I don't pay for suits. My suits are on the house or the house burns down.
It's like a fucking boat, Tommy. Full of heavy cargo, like coal or iron. Sometimes it slips to one end. And the boat tips. I can feel it slipping. And I can feel the boat tipping. But there ain't nothing I can do about it. It's like me fuckin' head's just like this fuckin' black fucking barge! And it just fucking drifts in and out, in and out.
— What the fuck is wrong with him lately?
— If I knew, I'd buy the cure from Compton's chemists.
— 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.
Thomas, you're a bookmaker, a robber, a fighting man. You're not a fool. <...> Dump them {guns} somewhere...
— ... Aristocracy don't believe in forgiveness.
— Neither do the Shelbys.
— That was a punch. What's he got, horseshoes in those gloves, or what?
— Nope. Just his dad's strength and his mother's temper.
— Kill... and kill...
— It's the only way to make people listen.