Oh, shit. Mal, what the fuck did you do to your nose? You have a fight in a week, man. Looks a lot worse than what it is. - I'm a hundred percent. - Yeah?
The Gentlemen
1.7s
[chuckles]
The Gentlemen
7.8s
Take it down. Now! I've gotta say, I was impressed. The way they fought? They're on point, guvnor.
The Gentlemen
2.5s
What you doing here, Dry Eye? [gunshot]
The Gentlemen
2.9s
Where's my money, Raymond? There's your payment.
The Gentlemen
10.1s
Fletcher, shoes off inside. Leave them by the door. Yes, Mommy. ["Shimmy Ya" plays] Come on, bruv. Where's your pace, brother?
The Gentlemen
3.8s
Aren't you gonna introduce me to your mysterious and slightly menacing friend?
The Gentlemen
10.1s
Killer motor. It's a shame about them rims, though. [boy 2] Yeah, lend us the keys. Put some chrome twenty-twos on that. Hey, my man's got the Dessies and the bootcuts, you know. Deffo linking a jessie.
The Gentlemen
5.5s
Do your mum and dad a favor and try the impossible, make yourself happy.
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25.1s
- What does "mouse hair" mean? - Yeah, I think what he means is don't jeopardize my deal, but I admit that one's a bit of a googly. Then Matthew loses it a bit and his translation goes completely out of the window. Something about springtime and sweaters. I think what he means is he's upset. And then Dry Eye says something, but some cunt moved in front of me, so I didn't get that either. Your Cantonese is dog shit, so I'm gonna say this in English and I'm gonna say it once, so listen to me, Rubenstein.
The Gentlemen
3.7s
No trouble over here, Matthew. No trouble at all.
The Gentlemen
10.3s
- Who was he? - Aslan. Some Russian kid with tracks on his arms. Russian kid? That doesn't sound good. Anyone see you? Little selfie? Selfie, bruv? [Raymond] Shit.
The Gentlemen
3.4s
What about me? [stammers] What could I lift?
The Gentlemen
8s
Boss, let me get two burgers on the stove. Get that quick, understand? And I want two chips as well. What is this smell of wee in here? [chattering stops]
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1.4s
Sit down.
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2.7s
[Mickey] You can't be fooled by how those junkies dress.
The Gentlemen
9.9s
[sighs] I don't build a joint like the Americans and the new school... back-strapping, jockstrapping, coke-wrapping, and all that bollocks.
The Gentlemen
5s
Now, Laura, your father's asked us to bring you home. She's not going anywhere.
