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"Come
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"It's
a deal. It's a steal. It's the sale of the fucking century."
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"Dunno
Tom, seems expensive."
"Seems? Well
this seems to be a waste of my time. That is nine hundred nicker
in any shop
you're lucky enough to find one in, and you're complaining about
two hundred.
What school of finance did you study? It's a deal. It's a steal.
It's the sale
of the fucking century. In fact, fuck it Nick, I think I'll keep it."
"Alright,
alright keep you're allans on. Here's a ton."
"Jesus Christ!
You could choke a dozen donkeys on that, and you're haggling
over one hundred
pound? What do you do when you're not buying stereos Nick,
finance revolutions?"
"One hundred
pounds is still one hundred pounds."
"Not when
the price is two hundred it's not, and certainly not when you've got
Liberia's
defeceit in your sky rocket. Tighter than a duck's butt you are."
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"There
is one more thing. It's been emotional."
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"Oh and
if Tom, or anyone else for that matter feels like giving 'em a bit of a
kicking,
I'm sure it
won't do any harm."
"Yeah. Little
bit of pain never hurt anybody, if you know what I mean.
Also, I think
knives are a good idea. Big fuck-off shiny ones. Guns for show, knives
for a pro."
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"I think
knives are a good idea. Big fuck-off shiny ones."
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"If the
milk turns out to be sour, I aint the kind of pussy to drink it.
Do you know
what I mean?"
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"I don't
wanna know who you use, as long as they're not complete muppets."
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"Weed?"
"No, it's
not normal weed. It's some fucked up, skunk class-a 'I can't think let
alone move' shit."
"Doesn't sound
very good to me."
"No, neither
me, but it depends which flicks you switch and
the light
is on and burning brightly for the masses. Anyway, do you know anyone?"
"I know a
man, yes. Rory Breaker."
"Not that
madman with an afro. I don't want anything to do with him."
"You won't
have to. Just get me a sample."
"No can do."
"What's that,
a place near Katmando? Meet me halfway mate."
"Look it's
all completely chicken soup."
"It's what?"
"It's kosher.
As Christmas."
"Jews don't
celebrate Christmas Tom."
"Yeah well
never mind that. I'm gonna need some artillery too. Couple of sawn-off
shotguns."
"This is a
bit heavy. This is London not the Lebanon. Who do you think I am?"
"I think you're
Nick The Greek."
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"Jesus
Christ! You could choke a dozen donkeys on that,
and you're
haggling over one hundred pound?
What do you
do when you're not buying stereos Nick, finance revolutions?"
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"Aaargh,
shit, I've been shot!"
"I don't fucking
beleive this, could everyone stop getting shot."
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"Shotguns.
What, like guns that fire shot?"
"Oh, you must
be the brains then. That's right guns that fire shots."
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