The Long Good Friday Quotes
Harold, a prosperous English gangster, is about to close a lucrative new deal when bombs start showing up in very inconvenient places. A mysterious syndicate is trying to muscle in on his ... See full summary »
Erroll: Well, he don't like Colin. I mean, queers get right up his hooter, you know?
Harold: After what happened this morning, you'd have to find his hooter to get up it.
Erroll: Is something up with him, then?
Harold: Well, let's put it this way. Apart from his arsehole being about fifty yards away from his brains, and the choirboys playing "'unt the thimble" with the rest of him, he ain't too happy.
Harold: After what happened this morning, you'd have to find his hooter to get up it.
Erroll: Is something up with him, then?
Harold: Well, let's put it this way. Apart from his arsehole being about fifty yards away from his brains, and the choirboys playing "'unt the thimble" with the rest of him, he ain't too happy.
Jeff: Jesus Christ, British army's been dying up there with shit flying at them from all angles for the last 10 years, and you're not impressed? They can take over here any time they want!
Harold: Shut up, just shut up!
Jeff: You won't stop them. To them you're nothing, nothing! The shit on their shoes.
Harold: Shut up, just shut up!
Jeff: You won't stop them. To them you're nothing, nothing! The shit on their shoes.
[Harold's lads have rounded up all the local villains who are now hanging upside down from meat hooks in the abattoir]
Harold: For more than ten years there's been peace - everyone to his own patch. We've all had it sweet. I've done every single one of you favours in the past - I've put money in all your pockets. I've treated you well, even when you was out of order, right? Well now there's been an eruption. It's like fuckin' Belfast on a bad night. One of my closest friends is lyin' out there in the freezer. And believe me, all of you, nobody goes home until I find out who done it, and why.
Harold: For more than ten years there's been peace - everyone to his own patch. We've all had it sweet. I've done every single one of you favours in the past - I've put money in all your pockets. I've treated you well, even when you was out of order, right? Well now there's been an eruption. It's like fuckin' Belfast on a bad night. One of my closest friends is lyin' out there in the freezer. And believe me, all of you, nobody goes home until I find out who done it, and why.
Harold: Alan found him dying. He'd been nailed to the floor.
Jeff: When was this, then?
Harold: Well, it must've been just after you saw him and just before Alan saw him. Otherwise, you'd have noticed, wouldn't you? I mean, a geezer nailed to the floor. A man of your education would definitely have spotted that, wouldn't he?
Jeff: When was this, then?
Harold: Well, it must've been just after you saw him and just before Alan saw him. Otherwise, you'd have noticed, wouldn't you? I mean, a geezer nailed to the floor. A man of your education would definitely have spotted that, wouldn't he?
Harold: Get a good sleep, Charlie, we got a tight schedule. I want you to meet my property lawyers - the best! And then there's an accountant who specializes in gambling tax.
Charlie: This isn't a horse race. Don't rush me, Harold.
Harold: And then there is someone you have got to meet!
Charlie: I said don't rush me. I hate tight schedules. I'll get everything covered that I have to cover, but in my own time.
Charlie: This isn't a horse race. Don't rush me, Harold.
Harold: And then there is someone you have got to meet!
Charlie: I said don't rush me. I hate tight schedules. I'll get everything covered that I have to cover, but in my own time.
