:39:11
- I think we should knock down that wall.
- Whatever you want.
:39:15
Get rid of all that Spanishified shit.
:39:17
I want red, black and chrome everywhere.
:39:19
See that terracotta? It's gotta go.
I want marble throughout.
:39:22
- My gun cabinet?
- Can't you put them under the bed?
:39:35
That should take care of it.
:39:36
Now fuck off out of my house.
:39:38
He means it.
:39:40
Now, be careful, there's a day's money in there.
Go on.
:39:44
And keep the change, you Toby.
:39:59
- I think that was out, Charl.
- Sammy, it was in.
:40:02
- No, that's... Carl?
- Ace.
:40:07
- No, it was out, Charl.
- It was in.
:40:08
It was fucking out! Don't fucking cheat!
:40:11
- Cunt.
- Sammy, it was in!
:40:13
I ain't playing, Charl.
:40:14
I ain't playing no more, Charlie. And you.
:40:17
You sad fuck.
:40:19
Come on, mate.
:40:42
With the mayor on our side,
we fucking smashed it.
:40:46
As long as we wet his beak
and stayed away from cocaine, he loved us.
:40:49
While the English police sat around scratching
their canisters wondering how we did it,
:40:53
we opened the club for Sunday lunch,
sat back and enjoyed our roast.
:40:56
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