They threw it in with the moody gold. You know gyppos, Sol. They're always throwing dogs in with deals. It better not be dangerous. What do you think you're doing now? I want him to get used to the shop, don't I? Stop the dog! Come back! All right, Boris? -Don't worry about the dog. -I'm not. What can I do for you? I have a job for you. I already have a job.
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From Russia with love, eh? I have stones to sell... ...fat to chew and many men to see about many ducks... ...so if I am not rushing you.... Slow down, Franky, my son. When in Rome.
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Your seats? Tyrone, this is a stolen car, mate.
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Tyrone'll drive for us. He's done a rally driving course.
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People'll see the damage. Why'd you do that?
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Bubbe, I probably know a lot you don't.
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He's bad to the bone, ain't you, Tyrone?
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A what?
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A natural fucking idiot. Tyrone, what've you done?
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Why'd we stop here? What's the matter with that space over there?
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Leave him alone. He's a natural. Ain't you, Tyrone?
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You could land a jumbo-fucking-jet in there.
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Look, you hassle me, you see what happens.
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It's all right. No, don't move it now.
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That does not look like a bookies.
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It's too tight. Too tight?
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Of course I am.
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This is a shotgun, Sol. It's a fucking anti-aircraft gun, Vincent. -I want to raise pulses, don't I? -You'll raise hell, never mind pulses.
