Dangerous

Peaky Blinders 4×4

Tommy: All right, at midday today, Arthur will be here... Like a goat tied up for the fucking tiger, eh, Arthur?
Arthur: Yeah, right.

Arthur: Keep alive, soldier.

Luca: Uh-uh-uh... Where I'm from, a hat on the bed's unlucky. My family... say it brings death.

Luca: Talking about the war. Everything here is about the war.

Polly: Men don't have the strategic intelligence to conduct a war between families. Men are less good at keeping secrets out of their lies.

Aberama: The Italians will be forced underground. We're gypsies. We're already underground.

Tommy: I will pour you some gin... that I make myself, from my father's recipe. Distilled for the eradication of seemingly incurable sadness. Going to put that on the label.

Polly: Where is he?
Lizzie: Fucking.
Polly: Fucking what?
Lizzie: Fucking her.

Polly: Stop drinking whisky. Switch to stout.
Lizzie: Why?

May: I said I would wait.
Charlie: The man you're waiting for doesn't exist.
Curly: Wh-while you're waiting for the man who doesn't exist, would you like to try some of his gin?

Devlin: Mr Shelby... factories are shut, mines are shut, coal's running out. Did you ever consider the possibility that the communists might win? And you and me, traitors to our class, will be put up against a wall and shot...
Tommy: As a businessman... I consider all possibilities. But, Mr Devlin... I'm not a traitor to my class... I am just an extreme example of what a working man can achieve.

Tommy: ...And in this modern age, American women drink as much booze as the men. And women, apparently, prefer gin. So, with the help of a friend of mine in Camden Town, I've set up my own source of supply. Junipers, potatoes... sugar and water. All turned into US dollars.

Tommy: So, tell me the truth.
May: The truth?
Tommy: Mm-hm.
May: You're unlike any man I have ever met.
Tommy: And the gin?
May: ... Too sweet.

Tommy: If only I could what? "If only you could change"? Go on, say it! If only you could change the bad... And "the good" is laying off 1,000 men. Which I do, like a good businessman. And I do it like that... And people go hungry. And the bad... The bad's a fucking win on the horses and a gun and some fucking self-respect. You fucking people...!

Arthur: In the end, it's God who pulls that fucking trigger anyway. We don't get to decide who lives and who dies, Finn. Not us. You just have to flick a switch... in your head.

Ada: I'd like to buy you a drink.
Jessie Eden: I'm afraid the pubs around here don't allow unaccompanied female drinkers.
Ada: I'm sure we'll be fine.

Ada: "What are you drinking, ladies?" That's what you're supposed to say.

Ada: And a whisky on ice.
Bartender: I'm afraid we don't have ice.
Ada: Next time make sure you have ice. This pub's come to our attention for its lack of ice.

Ada: He wants to talk about socialism and revolution.
Jessie Eden: Dear God, are you serious?
Ada: My brother's a bookmaker. Bookmakers hedge their bets. Sometimes long shots come in.

Ada: Beneath it all, my brother's a very rational man.
Jessie Eden: Beneath all what? You mean, beneath the beatings, the cuttings, the shootings, the murders...
Ada: Yeah. Beneath all that.

Jessie Eden: Tell your brother that, when we take power, all means of production will be owned by the workers. Essential industries will be taken into state control. Birmingham Town Hall is a rather beautiful building and we plan to preserve it. What else does he need to know? It's going to happen... Aren't you a bit sorry you jumped ship too soon?

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Jessie Eden: This is not how you conduct union business.
Ada: Well... we must all make personal sacrifices for the good of the good old cause. Right?

Alfie: Fucking hell, it smells of pig round here, don't it? Definitely not kosher.

Alfie: Fuck me, looks like he's grown since we left London. He's like a mushroom, in't he? He grows in the dark.
Goliath: I need a piss.
Alfie: Do ya? Yeah, well, the place is a shithole. Yeah, so, why don't you just knock yourself out?

Tommy: So, this must be Goliath... Right. Let me introduce you to David. This way, boys.

Alfie: Oh, right, the problem, right, between rum and gin, yeah, is that gin, right, it leads to the melancholy. Whereas rum incites violence, it also allows you to be liberated from your self-doubt. I hear you're probably more in need of the old rum at the moment, rather than gin, mate.

Alfie: Right, well, you've got to ask yourself, seriously, though, you know, did I even want to piss and shit indoors? Or was I actually born that I were to defecate in fields and the outhouses. This is a serious issue though, Tommy. Cos your people, your class and my religion is quiet similar actually because you just cannot wash it out, right, because it come out your mother's tits.

Alfie: Hm, no. The Americans want it sweeter.

Tommy: And reinforcements?
Alfie: Ah, no, they're Sicilians, aren't they, they don't trust nobody who ain't fucked a goat on the morning of their first pubic hair. They've got traditions.

Tommy: Right, you tell Darby Sabini from me, that if the Italians win, they're not planning on leaving. After me, it'll be him, then you, then the Titanic. They're the fucking Mafia, Alfie. They've come here and can't believe our coppers are unarmed. They can distil their liquor and it's not against the law. They've come here and they like what they see. They're coming and they're here to stay.

Alfie: I, my friend... I am the uncle, the protector and the promoter of that fucking thing right there, in whose shadow nothing good nor godly will ever fucking grow. That, there, right, is the Southern Counties Welterweight Champion. He is of mixed religion, therefore he is godless. He was adopted by Satan himself, before he was returned out of fear of his awkwardness, he is impossible to marry off, due to his lethal dimensions. His mother terrified, she's fucking abandoned him. And there he is, stood before you, like the first of some brand-new fucking species! Any man that you put before him, right, it'd be like entering a fucking threshing machine, mate.

Alfie: Now... will you offer your son?

Michael: Tommy?... Have a good weekend.

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