— Don't worry, Spats. One of these days we're gonna dig up those two guys.
— That's what you'll have to do — dig 'em up.
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?
Crime can not be tolerated. Criminals thrive on the indulgence of society's understanding.
Crime belongs exclusively to the lower orders. I don't blame them in the smallest degree. I should fancy that crime was to them what art is to us, simply a method of procuring extraordinary sensations.
If you hold anything back, I'll kill you. If you bend the truth, or if I think you're bending the truth, I'll kill you. If you forget anything, I'll kill you. In fact, you're going to have to work very hard to stay alive, Nick. I hope you understand everything I have said. Because if you don't, I'll kill you.
The funny thing is on the outside, I was an honest man, straight as an arrow. I had to come to prison to be a crook.
— It doesn't include the speakers it doesn't include the amp. And it's not supposed to include me getting... the hump with your stupid questions. Now you want it, Nick, you buy it.
— What else do I get with it?
— You get a gold-plated Rolls Royce, as long as you pay for it.
Hand-made in Italy, hand-stolen in Stepney. It's as long as my arm, I wish it was as long as something else.