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.
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What? You said he was a getaway driver. What the fuck can he get away from?
