Snatch (2000)

Robbie Gee: Vinny

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• Vinny : I thought you said he was a getaway driver. What the fuck can he get away from, eh?

• Tyrone : I don't want that dog dribbling on my seats.

  Vinny : Your seats? Tyrone, this is a stolen car, mate.

• [Tyrone just backed into Franky Four Fingers' van] 

  Tyrone : I didn't see it there.

  Vinny : It's a four ton truck, Tyrone. Its not as if it's a packet of fucking peanuts, is it?

  Tyrone : It was a funny angle.

  [All three turn and look back at the truck] 

  Vinny : It's behind you Tyrone. Whenever you reverse, things come from behind you.

• Brick Top : You're always gonna have problems lifting a body in one piece. Apparently the best thing to do is cut up a corpse into six pieces and pile it all together.

  Sol : Would someone mind telling me, who are you?

  Brick Top : And when you got your six pieces, you gotta get rid of them, because it's no good leaving it in the deep freeze for your mum to discover, now is it? Then I hear the best thing to do is feed them to pigs. You got to starve the pigs for a few days, then the sight of a chopped-up body will look like curry to a pisshead. You gotta shave the heads of your victims, and pull the teeth out for the sake of the piggies' digestion. You could do this afterwards, of course, but you don't want to go sievin' through pig shit, now do you? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least sixteen pigs to finish the job in one sitting, so be wary of any man who keeps a pig farm. They will go through a body that weighs 200 pounds in about eight minutes. That means that a single pig can consume two pounds of uncooked flesh every minute. Hence the expression, "as greedy as a pig".

  Vinny : Well, thank you for that. That's a great weight off me mind. Now, if you wouldn't mind telling me who the fuck you are, apart from someone who feeds people to pigs of course?

• Bullet Tooth Tony : So, you are obviously the big dick. The men on the side of ya are your balls. Now there are two types of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincey faggot balls.

  Vinny : These are your last words, so make them a prayer.

  Bullet Tooth Tony : Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell pussy and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old pussy, and have brought your two little mincey faggot balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties muddled up. There's no pussy here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with you. And the fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your guns...

  [Zoom in on the side of Sol's gun, which indeed has "REPLICA" etched on the side; zoom out, as they sneak peeks at the sides of their guns] 

  Bullet Tooth Tony : And the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle point five O"...

  [Withdraws his gun and puts it on the table] 

  Bullet Tooth Tony : Written on the side of mine...

  [They look, zoom in on the side of his gun, which indeed has "DESERT EAGLE .50" etched on the side] 

  Bullet Tooth Tony : Should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now... Fuck off!

• Vinny : Why are we stopped here? What's wrong with that spot?

  Tyrone : It's too tight.

  Vinny : Too tight? You could land a jumbo fucking jet in that.

• Sol : He's a natural, ain't you Tyrone?

  Tyrone : 'course I am...

  [reverses into parked van] 

  Vinny : A natural fucking idiot.

• Vinny : What the fuck do you mean, replicas?

  Sol : They look the shit, don't they? And nobody is gonna argue. And I've got some extra loud blanks, just in case.

  Vinny : In... Oh, in case we have to deafen them to death?

• Vinny : Did he have four fingers?

  Sol : I'm sorry, I couldn't get the bin-noc-u-lars out in time.

• [while robbing the bookies] 

  Sol : Are you all right there Vincent?

  Vinny : I would be if you stopped using my name.

• Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov : [after shooting Frankie]  Drop the gun, fat boy.

  [Tyrone does] 

  Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov : [re: Frankie]  You fucking idiots! He could not know my name. Give me the stone.

  Vinny : [pointing]  It's in the case.

  Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov : What?

  [takes out his earplugs] 

  Vinny : It's in the case!

  Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov : You put the stone in the case? Then open the case and give me the stone.

  Sol : The only man who knew the combination... you just shot.

  Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov : [mutters]  Yob tvoyu mat...

  [Russian, "fuck your mother"] 

• Sol : What the fuck is that?

  Vinny : Heh heh. This is a shotgun, Sol.

  Sol : It's a fucking anti-aircraft gun, Vincent.

  Vinny : Well I wanna raise some pulses, don't I?

  Sol : You'll raise Hell. Never mind pulses.

• Vinny : [Vinny brings a dog into the shop while Sol is examining a diamond for Bad Bay Lincoln]  Bad Boy. Sol.

  Bad Boy Lincoln : Easy.

  Sol : No, it's a moissanite.

  Bad Boy Lincoln : A what-in-ite?

  Sol : A moissanite is an artificial diamond, Lincoln. It's Mickey Mouse, mate. Spurious. Not genuine. And it's worth... fuck-all.

  [he hands back the stone] 

  Vinny : Bad Boy, I keep tellin' ya, stick to being a gangster. Leave this game to me and Sol.

  Bad Boy Lincoln : Laters.

  [he walks out] 

  Sol : What is that, Vince?

  Vinny : This is a dog, Sol.

  Sol : You are NOT bringing that thing in here.

  Vinny : What's your problem? It's only a fucking dog.

  Sol : Where did you get it?

  Vinny : The gyppos. Here.

  [he tosses Sol a bag] 

  Vinny : They threw it in with a load of moody gold. You know gyppos, Sol. They're always throwing dogs in with deals.

  Sol : Well, it better not be dangerous.

  [Vinny takes the dog off its leash] 

  Sol : What do you think you're doing now?

  Vinny : Well, I want him to get used to the shop, don't I?

  [Boris opens the door and walks in; the dog runs out and Vinny takes off after it] 

  Vinny : Oi! Oi, stop the dog! Come back here!

  Sol : All right, Boris? Don't worry about the dog.

  Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov : I'm not.

  Sol : What can I do for you, Boris?

  Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov : I have a job for you.

  Sol : I already have a job.

  Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov : Fifty grand for half day's work.

  Sol : Go on.

  Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov : I want you to hold up a bookies.

• Vinny : The dog. The dog must have ate it.

• [standing over Franky's body] 

  Bad Boy Lincoln : What has he got a tea cozy on his head for?

  Sol : [sarcastic]  To keep his head warm.

  Bad Boy Lincoln : Well, what's the matter with him?

  Vinny : He's been shot in the face, Lincoln. I would've thought that was obvious.

• Vinny : Now I don't want to put a bullet in your face, but if you don't give us *exactly* what we want, there will be fucking murder.

  Bullet Tooth Tony : [to Tyrone]  What's your name?

  Sol : Shoot him.

  Bullet Tooth Tony : Ooh.

• Vinny : Wow! That's a great load off me mind. Now, if you wouldn't mind telling me who the fuck you are, apart from someone who feeds people to pigs of course!

• Vinny : Do they fire?

  Sol : Of course, they fire.

  Vinny : Yeah, but, how d'you know? I mean, they're replicas. What do you know about replicas?

  [Sol fires his replica pistol at the roof of the car, blowing out the car windows. Everyone screams] 

  Vinny : What the fuck are you doing, Solomon?

  Sol : Well you wanted to know whether or not they worked!

  Vinny : I didn't mean try it in the car, Sol! You arsehole!

  [Tyrone drives into Boris the Blade] 

• Sol : Oh, is that him?

  Vinny : I don't know, how many fingers did he have?

  Sol : I'm sorry I couldn't get the bin-noc-u-lars out in time.

  Vinny : Look, well let's not stand in no ceremony mate, let's start the show.