Legend Quotes

Mike Jobber: Get someone to clean that fucking toilet, it stinks in there
Pig & Whistle Barman: I keep telling her, but it's not my fault I can't get her to clean it for me, what are you having?
Mike Jobber: Um
Pig & Whistle Barman: [notices the Kray twins walk into the bar] Never mind, they just walked in

Reggie Kray: Alright, can I have two Guinesses please?
Pig & Whistle Barman: Hang on a minute Reg, just gonna go down and change the barrel
[hides inside the basement anticipating a fight]
Mike Jobber: Reg, Ron. The Richardsons were unexpectedly engaged, so we're gonna look after you
Reggie Kray: Ah,

it's alright, the landlord's gonna change the barrel for me. Don't mind if I pour myself a pint, would ya?
Ronald Kray: [Notices a weapon held by one of the mob] What is that?
Mike Jobber: Yeah what do you think, poof? It's a fucking tool
Ronald Kray: No it's not it's a fucking rolling pin. What are you, Fanny Craddock? What

are you doing with that? Gonna bake me a cake? Sing me a song whilst I blow out me fucking candles?
Ronald Kray: [Lifts jacket, mimicking two guns in his pockets] I come here for a fucking shootout. A proper shootout with some proper men. Like Colonel Custer and Geronimo, you ever heard of them? No. Cause you're too busy in your pinny baking fucking fairy cakes, weren't ya?

Ronald Kray: [Turns to Reggie] Reg. This lot are fucking nonces to a man, they're fucking nonces. Get out of me fucking way, go on, get out, go on, fuck off. Call yourself a fucking gangster.
Ronald Kray: [Turns round angrily before walking out of the pub in a rage] A SHOOTOUT, RIGHT, IS A FUCKING SHOOTOUT! Like a western. WANKERS! Fucking

embarrassing, waste of my time. FUCKING waste of my time!
Mike Jobber: Well your brother's done a runner
Reggie Kray: Nah he's just genuinely disappointed with you, that's all.

Angelo Bruno: [to Reggie] I'm glad we could make a deal.
[to Ronnie]
Angelo Bruno: You should come to Philly some time. You see what you want ad we'll get it for you. Any shape any size. A nice Italian girl, huh?
[Nudges Ronnie]
Angelo Bruno: A little spaghetti and meatballs...?
Ronald Kray: I

prefer boys.
Angelo Bruno: Come again? I didn't get that.
Ronald Kray: I prefer boys. Italian. Greek.
[the room goes quiet]
Ronald Kray: But I'm not prejudiced, I've had Negroes. I even had Tahitian once, who I bent up like a pretzel, yeah, I really fucking hurt him...
[Am uncomfortable pause, Bruno suddenly

bursts out laughing]
Angelo Bruno: You got some fucking balls on you, kid! That takes a lot of guts to admit that. Bravo, kiddo!
[Looking around]
Angelo Bruno: Huh? Am I right? Bravo!

[first lines]
Frances Shea: London in the 1960s. Everyone had a story about the Krays. You could walk into any pub to hear a lie or two about them. But I was there and Im not careless with the truth. They were brothers, but bound by more than blood. They were twins as well, counterparts. Gangster princes of the city they meant to conquer. Ron Kray was a one-man London mob.

Bloodthirsty, illogical, and funny as well. My Reggie was different. Once in a lifetime do you find a street-fighting man like Reg. Believe me when I say it took a lot of love for me to hate him the way I do.