Green Street Hooligans Quotes

Dave: Now that we can stop kissing each other asses, I got to point out
[points at Matt]
Dave: ... you see the first punch he threw?
Pete Dunham: Yeah.
Dave: Little bit on the feminine side.
Matt Buckner: What?
Pete Dunham: A bit gay. A little bit gay.

Pete Dunham: Look mate, I'm not being funny, but the last thing I want to do is take you to the match with me. So here's how it works, you give me half the money, I'll go to football, and you can have a wonder 'round where Churchill took a tom, or whatever it is you Yanks do here in Jolly old.
Matt Buckner: Tom?
Pete Dunham: Tom. A

tom tit. A shit. It's rhyming slang, like bees and honey for money. Or I could say to you, give me the fucking bees.
Matt Buckner: I made a promise to Steve.
Pete Dunham: Well Steve ain't here, is he mate. And to be honest, your pissing in the wind if you think I'm taking you with me.
Matt Buckner: Well, I'm not giving you the

money.
Pete Dunham: You ain't really got a fucking choice mate. And your starting to ge ton my tits. Give me half the money.
Matt Buckner: [Matt points to something] Cops!
Pete Dunham: [Pete looks over to where Matt pointed, and Matt tries to kick Pete. Pete grabs Matts foot and turns to him] Well how fucking stupid do you

feel now? Come on then, dance for me Yankee.
[Pete kicks Matt's other foot and Matt falls to the ground]
Pete Dunham: That's what you get for fighting like a bleeding tart. But try that again, and I will kick he shit out of you.
Matt Buckner: yeah, the tom out of me, i get it.
Pete Dunham: [laughing] Get up, come on.

Pete Dunham: Alright, look. We're sort of goin' into my place of business, right? Shut up until you're spoken to and you might have a better run at things. The only thing regarded worse than a Yank around here are coppers and journalists.
Matt Buckner: What d'you got against journalists?
Pete Dunham: How long have you got? They're

lying fucking scum who'll write anything just to fill papers.

Steve Dunham: I thought you were going to the match.
Pete Dunham: Well, technically, yes. But, what happened was me and the boys got in a bit of a drinking session last night. One thing lead to another...
Steve Dunham: Let me guess. You've lost your wallet.
Pete Dunham: And me keys.
[car horn beeps

outside]
Pete Dunham: Ah. There's a taxi outside.
[Steve walks away to get his wallet]
Pete Dunham: Top bloke, my brother. So, how are we my colonial cousin?
Matt Buckner: Fine, thanks.
Pete Dunham: [mimicking Matt's accent] Fine, thanks.

Pete Dunham: [after Pete introduces Matt to his friends at the Abbey] Where's Bovver?
Swill: He's been in the toilet for about fifteen minutes, like dodgy Ruby or something down at Bengal last night.
Dave: [Dave points at Matt] Oh, look, look, he looks lost. No, "Ruby Murray" means curry. We call it Cockney rhyming slang...

Matt Buckner: Slang. Yeah, like, uh, "bees and honey" for money.
Dave: That's it, yeah.
Swill: Like "struggle and grunt" for cunt!
Dave: Oh, you went dark. Why'd you go...
Swill: I'm not a cunt.
Bovver: [Bovver walks up to the table] Like "septic tank" for Yank.

Pete Dunham: [the guys greet him; Pete hugs him and indicates Matt] This is Matt, Shannon's brother.
Matt Buckner: Hey.
[Matt extends his hand; Bovver ignores it and the guys all laugh]
Swill: That's the proper, right? He don't give a fuck, does he? He don't give a fuck.
Pete Dunham: Mate, he's

practically family.
[Bovver shrugs and the guys laugh again]
Swill: Oh, mate, it's fucking painful!
Pete Dunham: Bov's a miserable cunt, but we love him dearly, don't we, boys?
Dave: Eh, sometimes.
[he smiles]
Swill: Like a fucking brother!

Matt Buckner: So basically, firms are gangs?
Pete Dunham: Kind of... but we're a far cry from all that Bloods and Crips bullshit. I mean shootin' a machine gun out of a movin' car at an 8 year old girl, that's just cowardly. See, we might be into fightin' an all that... but it's more about reputation. Humiliatin' another mob in a row, doin' somethin' the

other firms get to hear and talk about - like a Yank in his first fight battering one of Birmingham's main lads.

Pete Dunham: Hey broth, you couldn't make a hundred could you?
Steve Dunham: Yeah, how does piss off sound?
Pete Dunham: Oh fuck off. Come on. Get some drinks in. Get some drinks in. Get some...
Steve Dunham: Shut up! Just shut up. I'll tell you what I'll do, alright? I'll give you a hundred, if you take Matt

here to the match.
Pete Dunham: Oh fuck off. You're havin' a bubble. Broth, you know I can't take a yank to football.
Steve Dunham: Sure you can. And your gunna be on your best behavior. DO you understand?
[Pete tries to grab the money as Steve pulls it away]
Pete Dunham: Come on then.

Bovver: [after Matt has been introduced to the guys and sent to buy a round] What's with all the fuckin' babysitting? You know we had a meet set up for today.
Pete Dunham: It's all right, Bov. He'll stay out the way. It's not like we didn't have it last night.
Bovver: What? That's not the bloody point, is it? We'll look like right

mugs if we set something up and our fearless leader don't show 'cause he's playin' pin the tail on a fuckin' Yank.
Ned: No, he's right, man. He's got a point.
Pete Dunham: You let me worry 'bout that, all right, boys?
[Matt returns with the beers]
Pete Dunham: As for the Yank, he's too modest to tell you, but back in

the States, he's an internationally-ranked double-black belt in karate.
Dave: Is he fuck? Look at the size of him.
Pete Dunham: No, no, no, no. Bloody "Karate Kid" film? Based on his exploits.
Dave: Really?
Pete Dunham: Yeah.
Dave: Really?
Matt Buckner:

Yeah, it's true.
Pete Dunham: Fuckin' straight.
Swill: Bollocks.
[Matt looks at Swill nervously]
Swill: Bollocks.
Matt Buckner: Come on, why not?
Swill: You're lyin' already. You been here fuckin' five minutes and you're lyin'!
[everybody laughs]