If it wasn't for me, you'd be smoke blowing out of a mortuary chimney.
He is of mixed religion, therefore he is godless. He was adopted by Satan himself before he was returned out of fear of his awkwardness.
— You're a businessman, Tommy. A good one. If only you could...
— If only i could what? "If only i could change?" Go on, say it. If only you could change the bad. And "the good" is laying off a thousand men, which i do, like a good businessman. And i do it like that, and people go hungry. And the bad, the bad's a fucking win on the horses and a gun and some fucking self-respect. You fucking people.
— There's been an accident.
— Why don't you move it out of the way?
— What?
— I said, why don't you clear it, so that we can get past?
— What's that accent?
— We're Americans. We're here on business.
— Well, you're going to have to wait. We waited for you fucking Yanks until 1918. It'll be clear in twenty minutes, all right? <...>
— 1918, what the fuck is he talking about?
— Talking about the war.
— Factories are shut, mines are shut, coal's running out. Did you ever consider the possibility that the communists might win? And you and me, traitors to our class, will be put up against a wall and shot.
— As a businessman, I consider all possibilities. But, Mr Devlin, I'm not a traitor to my class. I am just an extreme example of what a working man can achieve.
You've lost your wife... and now your brother, too. I thought it would make you different. But it doesn't seem to change you. Nothing seems to change you.
The copper's alive — got a description of the Italians. The Italians will be forced underground. We're gypsies. We're already underground.
— I said i would wait.
— The man you're waiiting doesn't exist...