Everybody knows Doug The Head. If it's stones and it's stolen, he's the man to speak to. Pretends he's Jewish. Wishes he was Jewish. Even tells his family they're Jewish, but he's about as Jewish as he is a ****ing monkey. He thinks it's good for business. And in a diamond business, it is good for business.
— They don't look like any Injuns I ever seen, Jedediah.
— That's because they're not Injuns, woman! They're Jews!
— Want some bacon?
— No, man, I don't eat pork.
— Are you Jewish?
— I ain't Jewish; I just don't dig on swine, that's all.
— Why not?
— Pigs are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals.
— Yeah, but bacon tastes good. Pork chops taste good.
— Sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know… 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfuckers. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That's a filthy animal. I ain't eatin' nothin' ain't got sense enough to disregard its own feces.
— Everybody hold someone's hand. Hold hands. Come on in.
— I'm not Jewish.
— Nobody's perfect.
— That's why I've broken that down here — a list of costs pertaining to the assassination of a dear friend, all right? Now, a normal dispatch, well, it's, you know, 500 pounds cost. But you're going to have to add another 100 to that because Tommy Shelby, like me, is from an oppressed people, and I need you to put another tonne on top of that because his brother is a fucking animal and he will come after me. And then you will need to put another 100 on top of that because, well, you are a fucking wop, mate, hmmm? And you. And then we've got to deal with the ugly business, which I've been incredibly clear of before. I will need another 500 pounds, because, like I stated, Tommy Shelby is a very, very good friend of mine. Total... is down there in black and white, all right? Crack on.
— It's OK. Mr Solomons, I'm going to be very fucking clear with you. I don't need you to kill anybody. I have people that I trust. So, you're going to take my boys and you're going to bring them to the ring as seconds.
— Well, in order to qualify as my seconds they would first have to qualify as being Jewish. Yeah? And in order to do that, they would have to replace their natural Italian fucking arrogance with a Jewish air of absolute certainty. See, my good friend Thomas Shelby, he will know the difference.
— These days, back in the old country, a lot of the, er, you know, the Jewish people, they, er...they are having to pass themselves off as Italian.
— Right, well, you will have to add another tonne on to your bill for being a cunt, man. All right?
— You will bring my man to Birmingham?
— You will circumcise them. You will have to circumcise them because the Peakys will check.
— Now... word in London is that you can be found wandering the streets of Birmingham, stark naked, throwing away money. You talk to dead people. Also, that you believe that you are powerful enough to summon up Jews of a very particular standing up to the gentile wilderness wherein you live in order for them to do your fucking bidding, mate.
— And still, you came.
— Yeah, well, you know... I was passing, weren't I?
— Mr Mosely is open to suggestion regarding who he can rely on to offer him support in London.
— Well, I would suggest the most competent organiser of men in the south... is Alfie Solomons.
— He's dead. And he's Jewish! And I'd say as far as our boss is concerned, him being dead would be less of an obstacle than him being Jewish.
Dr. Goebbels had a dream of producing the pageant annually in Warsaw after the war, of letting the ruins of the ghetto stand forever as a setting for it.
'There would be Jews in the pageant?' I asked him.
'Certainly' he said, 'thousands of them.'
'May I ask, sir,' I said, 'where you expect to find any Jews after the war?'
Is there any discoverable advance toward moderation between the massacre of the Albigenses and these massacres of Russian Jews? There is one difference. In elaborate cruelty and brutality the modern massacre exceeds the ancient one. Is any advance discoverable between Bartholomew’s Day and these Jewish massacres? Yes. The same difference again appears: the modern Russian Christian and his Czar have advanced to an extravagance of bloody and bestial atrocity undreamed of by their crude brethren of three hundred and thirty-five years ago.