& Bax: I’m recording this for my daughters, Emma and Lindsay. People are going to be saying... But no matter what this looks like, you need to know... I didn’t do anything bad. I didn’t do anything wrong. And I love you both very much.
& Wood: Amy. I’ve never lied to you. Sometimes shit just happens.
& Quinn: Be true to yourself. That’s all I’ve got to say.
& Alvo: Yeah, I’d love to help you, but I’m, erm... I’m out of the business, aren’t I? ... No. Retirado. ... Ci, ci. Terminado.
& Alvo: It was a present.
Quinn: Blimey, who buys you presents like that?
Alvo: Someone who cares very deeply about me. Me. From me to me. The watch, the villa, the ride all came from my sweat, my toil.
& Alvo: Money can’t buy real friends, Bax. Buys you detractors. Insincerity.
& Quinn: Alright, 50 quid... says that none of you lot can go the next 24 hours without using your phone.
& Alvo: Well, don’t worry. One thing I’m not short of is balls.
Ω Too many insects, yes?
& Bax: It’s embarrassing isn’t it, really? Everybody else in the world speaks two languages except us.
Quinn: I suppose, historically speaking, it was always going to be easier for us to colonise them. Rather that than learn another bloody language, hey? Drive on the left-hand side, this is a train, this is a cricket ball. Now speak ruddy English.
& Bax: See your kids much?
Quinn: Erm... They’re at that age when having any kind of conversation with me is sort of just awkward. There’s nothing I can do or say that doesn’t make them look like they’re annoyed or embarrassed.
& Wood: So are we all, like... middle-aged now, then? How did that happen?
Quinn: It’s like... One minute, you’re looking forward to everything. And the next minute, you’re looking over your shoulder... And you go from thinking you’re gonna live forever... to thinking you’ve got a brain tumour every time you got a headache.
& Wood: Bax, you want one?
Bax: Yeah. I’ll take a cappuccino.
Quinn: Isn’t it supposed to be “I’ll have a cappuccino”? Or is it the done thing to use the grammar of an American sitcom when ordering one’s coffee?
& Bax: Alvo! If you die before us, can we have your villa?
It’s already yours, man. Seriously, I put it in all your names... Then if I fall off my moped, I know you’re going to enjoy it rather than some corrupt local official. You’d do the same for me, right?
& Rick: It’s Tony Blair. Tiny Blair, more like.
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On the IMDb
Σ Slowly harnessed, but rockets just in one second.
& Wood: Amy. I’ve never lied to you. Sometimes shit just happens.
& Quinn: Be true to yourself. That’s all I’ve got to say.
& Alvo: Yeah, I’d love to help you, but I’m, erm... I’m out of the business, aren’t I? ... No. Retirado. ... Ci, ci. Terminado.
& Alvo: It was a present.
Quinn: Blimey, who buys you presents like that?
Alvo: Someone who cares very deeply about me. Me. From me to me. The watch, the villa, the ride all came from my sweat, my toil.
& Alvo: Money can’t buy real friends, Bax. Buys you detractors. Insincerity.
& Quinn: Alright, 50 quid... says that none of you lot can go the next 24 hours without using your phone.
& Alvo: Well, don’t worry. One thing I’m not short of is balls.
Ω Too many insects, yes?
& Bax: It’s embarrassing isn’t it, really? Everybody else in the world speaks two languages except us.
Quinn: I suppose, historically speaking, it was always going to be easier for us to colonise them. Rather that than learn another bloody language, hey? Drive on the left-hand side, this is a train, this is a cricket ball. Now speak ruddy English.
& Bax: See your kids much?
Quinn: Erm... They’re at that age when having any kind of conversation with me is sort of just awkward. There’s nothing I can do or say that doesn’t make them look like they’re annoyed or embarrassed.
& Wood: So are we all, like... middle-aged now, then? How did that happen?
Quinn: It’s like... One minute, you’re looking forward to everything. And the next minute, you’re looking over your shoulder... And you go from thinking you’re gonna live forever... to thinking you’ve got a brain tumour every time you got a headache.
& Wood: Bax, you want one?
Bax: Yeah. I’ll take a cappuccino.
Quinn: Isn’t it supposed to be “I’ll have a cappuccino”? Or is it the done thing to use the grammar of an American sitcom when ordering one’s coffee?
& Bax: Alvo! If you die before us, can we have your villa?
It’s already yours, man. Seriously, I put it in all your names... Then if I fall off my moped, I know you’re going to enjoy it rather than some corrupt local official. You’d do the same for me, right?
& Rick: It’s Tony Blair. Tiny Blair, more like.
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On the IMDb
Σ Slowly harnessed, but rockets just in one second.
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