He's not picking up. Maybe you should put your seat belt on.
The Gentlemen
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[gasps]
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1.7s
Guess we'll have to get rid of that.
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- [boy 1 groans] - [boy 2] My eyes!
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2.1s
I know where you went to school.
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[man] Hang the fucking phone up. Who's there?
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["Cumberland Gap" by David Rawlings plays] Hello, Ros. It's date night tonight, 9:00 p.m., you and I, River Cafe. Nine o'clock? I'll be there.
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[panting]
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...was Dry Eye... killing Lord George.
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All right. [sighs]
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Any chance?
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[Raymond] So you're basing your whole crescendo on a figment of your imagination. I'm basing my whole crescendo on the sum of its parts. A few minor details aside, I wouldn't have any trouble at all selling this juicy peach of a drama to Big Dave. He'd cream his fucking panties. You're too smart to be blackmailing us, Fletcher. Yes, yes, and obviously I've taken precautionary measures.
The Gentlemen
5s
She's not picking up. It's just ringing. - Fuck. - We could just slow down a little bit.
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27s
You will drown... and then my Mossad crabs will eat you. And this, my love, is why I want my hard-earned 20 million pounds. Because not only do I know exactly how Mickey's business operates, but I also know that the very man he's trying to sell it to is trying to force him into selling it on the cheap and has indirectly started a war.
The Gentlemen
6.8s
I know who your parents are. And I know you'll suck a cock for a five-pound bag.