Green Street Hooligans Quotes

Pete Dunham: TOMMY! Don't you wanna finish me off then?
Tommy Hatcher: You're already finished little Petey! The NTO will take care of you in a minute you mug!
Pete Dunham: We didn't kill your son Tommy! YOU DID! You should have protected him mate! He was your son!
Tommy Hatcher: Don't you talk about my fuckin

son! DON'T TALK ABOUT MY FUCKIN SON!

Pete Dunham: [Matt and Pete are sitting at a food vendor stall, reading a newspaper the morning after the Birmingham game/fight] Fuckin' journos. Look at this.
[he slaps the paper]
Pete Dunham: West Ham wins 3-nil in a blindin' performance, and our little scrap makes the headline. Bloody muckrakers.
Matt Buckner: So, what is

this?
Pete Dunham: Bollocks journo bullshit.
Matt Buckner: No, no, this, the GSE.
Pete Dunham: [whispering] Shhh! Lower it, son!
Matt Buckner: What are you guys, like, an organized political movement or something?
Pete Dunham: No, mate. We're a firm. You never heard of a firm in

the States?
Matt Buckner: No.
Pete Dunham: All right. Every football team in Europe's got a firm. Some have two.
[Matt gives him a blank look]
Pete Dunham: Christ, I forgot how clueless you Yanks are. All you've seen of us is the stadium riots on TV, innit? Come on.
[they get up and walk away from the stall]

Pete Dunham: See, West Ham football is mediocre. But our firm is top-notch, and everyone knows it. The GSE: Green Street Elite. Arsenal... great football, shit firm... the Gooners. Tottenham... shit football, and a shit firm... the Yids, they're called. I actually put their main lad through a phone box window the other day.
Matt Buckner: [Matt looks down

at the newspaper] What about Millwall?
Pete Dunham: Ah, Millwall. Where to even fucking begin with Millwall. Millwall and West Ham firms hate each other, more than any other firms by far.
Matt Buckner: Sorta like the Yankees and the Red Sox.
Pete Dunham: More like the Israelis and the Palestinians.
[Matt laughs]

Pete Dunham: We haven't played Millwall in ten years. Their top boy's this geezer named Tommy Hatcher. 'Orrible ol' cunt. Back in the Major's day, Tommy's son was killed in a scrap. After that, he went completely mental. Lost the plot.
Matt Buckner: Well, who's the Major?
Pete Dunham: Ah, the Major. Quite a legend 'round here. He ran

the GSE in the Nineties, when I was comin' up. Hardest bastard you ever saw. They say we kinda lost our way when he left. But believe me, my boys are bringin' the ol' GSE reputation right back.

Pete Dunham: [to Bovver] This is Matt, Shannon's brother.
Matt Buckner: [Holds his hand out to Bovver] Hey.
[Bovver turns his head and smokes his cigarette]
Swill: That's the painting on his face, he don't give a fuck, does he? He don't give a fuck.
Pete Dunham: Mate, he's practically family.

[Bovver shrugs]
Swill: [laughing] Oh mate, he's fucking painful!
Pete Dunham: Bov's a miserable cunt, but we love him dearly don't we boys?
Dave: Yeah, sometimes.
Swill: Like a fucking brother!

Bovver: [Pete and Matt walk into the pub] Jesus, you two attatched at the fucking hip or what?
Pete Dunham: Leave it out Bov, it's getting old.
Bovver: Nah, I'm starting to wonder about you two. I mean if I didn't know any better I'd say you was a couple of gay boys.
Pete Dunham: Bov, we've known each other a

long time yeah? I trust you more than any other bloke I know, but you're getting dangerously close to crossing the line with me. If you got a problem then it's your fucking problem, not mine. But if you wanna discuss it further, we can go outside.

Pete Dunham: So what were you studyin' before this geezer stitched ya up?
Matt Buckner: [Hesitates] ... History
Pete Dunham: History? I teach history!
Matt Buckner: [surprised] You teach?
Pete Dunham: Yes... cheeky slag! History and P.E. What you think the GSE paid a bloody wage? Mate

I'm smart as fuck!