- Pool Attendant: They kept it all incognito. They're gonna collect the body in an ice cream van.
- Harold: There's a lot of dignity in that, isn't there? Going out like a raspberry ripple.
- Harold: What I'm looking for is someone who can contribute to what England has given to the world: culture, sophistication, genius. A little bit more than an 'ot dog, know what I mean?
- 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?
- Harold: Remember, scare the shit out of them, but don't damage them. I want 'em conscious and talkative. And lads, try and be discreet, eh?
- Casino Manager: It was a good night. Nothing unusual.
- Harold: "Nothing unusual," he says! Eric's been blown to smithereens, Colin's been carved up, and I've got a bomb in me casino, and you say nothing unusual?
- Harold: I'm glad I found out in time just what a partnership with a pair of wankers like you would've been. A sleeping partner's one thing, but you're in a fucking coma! No wonder you got an energy crisis your side of the water!
- Harold: The days when Yanks could come over here and buy up Nelson's Column, a Harley Street surgeon and a couple of windmill girls are definitely over!
- Harold: The Yanks love snobbery. They really feel they've arrived in England if the upper class treats 'em like shit.
- Harold: No one's heard nothing? That just ain't natural. It's like one of them silent, deadly farts. No clue, and then pow, you go cross-eyed.
- Harold: Don't you ever tell me what I can or can't do! Bent law can be tolerated for as long as they're lubricating, but you have become definitely parched. If I was you, I'd run for cover and close the hatch, 'cause you're gonna wind up on one of those meat hooks, my son.
- Harold: What's happening to me? I'm sorry. For 10 years there's been calm, no trouble. Now this.
- [Victoria starts crying]
- Harold: . Listen, I wouldn't hurt you for the world.
- Victoria: I'm so scared, Harold. I don't want to die. Don't let them kill us.
- Harold: [comforting her] You won't die. It's alright. It'll be alright.
- Harold: [to Erroll, the informant, after cutting him] The only decent grass is the grass that grasses to me.
- Harold: [glancing around at Brixton slum, where he came from] These people deserve more than dogshit on the doorstep.
- Jeff: Jesus Christ, British army's been diving about 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.
- Harris: Harold, call it off, you can't do it! You can't deal with these people! For Christ's sake, they're not interested in money! They're political, they're fanatics!
- Charlie: Things change, Harold. Don't get nostalgic. Look to the future. You realize you're 35 minutes away from Europe? Great potential. I live in a new country, and I respect the past, but I always keep my eye on the future.
- [Harold is on a boat showing the docklands to investors]
- Harold: Our country's not an island any more. This is the decade in which London *will* become Europe's capital, having cleared away the out-dated. We've got mile after mile or acre after acre of land for our future prosperity. No other city in the world has got, right at its centre, such an opportunity for profitable progress.
- Harold: Victoria, listen, sweetheart, I'm setting up the biggest deal in Europe with the hardest organization since Hitler stuck a swastika on his jockstrap. I've been to incredible lengths all day to keep it incognito, and now you, over a sherry, calmly tell the whole story?
- Harold: I want action on this, Parky.
- Parky: Well, the Yanks are clean. We checked them out.
- Harold: Yeah, you gotta go down to a third division messenger to even come up with a sniff of villainy with that lot. What about Tottenham?
- Parky: They can't even nick car batteries without being electrocuted.
- Harold: Yeah. Some of the Clancy mob are out?
- Parky: Nah. This is too... ah... accomplished to them. Besides, no one's had his teeth pulled out.
- Harold: Yeah. The spades?
- Parky: Do they overlap?
- Harold: [shaking his head] I've never dealt in narcotics. 'Ow would I know? And what they're after. Do I?
- Parky: Well, I'll check it out. I'm sorry about Colin.
- Harold: Yeah, I'm putting 'im in the missing persons' list. That should 'old it off for a while.
- Parky: It's just as well... a commissioner poking around.
- Harold: Well, stall 'im. I should've this sorted out by this afternoon, I'm 'oping.
- Parky: We're looking forward to this deal of yours, Harold, with the Yanks for the legitimisation of your corporation. I don't like fuss, I can't in mixed areas. At ten years there hasn't been no aggro, and it has all been down to you, Harold. You've had it under control. Do yourself a favour. Get this lot under control before a heavy mops you like a ton of old shit.
- 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'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: 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.
- Harold: [pouring a drink for Parky] Here.
- Harold: [to Razors] Ey, give us that case.
- Harold: [to Parky] You can check it out, will you?
- Parky: What is it?
- Harold: It's the bomb from the casino.
- Parky: You're driving around with a bleeding bomb?
- Harold: It's awright. It's been disconnected.
- Parky: I'll get the bomb people to have a look at it.
- Harold: No Parky, get it checked out privately, right?
- Parky: Cheers.
- Harold: Cheers. I wanna the name of your top grass
- Harold: [viewing Colin's corpse at the abbatoir] It's a long time since I've been to a funeral.
- Razors: That's a strange thing. Did Jeff tell you about the funeral the day you got back?
- Harold: A funeral every half hour down the East India Dock Road.
- Razors: Yeah, a woman got out of the funeral car and gobbed at him.
- Harold: Eh?
- Razors: I didn't see it properly, H, I didn't crack on.