RocknRolla Quotes

Johnny Quid: You see that pack of Virginia killing sticks on the end of the piano?
Pete: Yes.
Johnny Quid: All you need to know about life is retained in those four walls. You will notice that one of your personalities is seduced by the illusions of grandeur: the gold packet of king-size with a regal insignia, an attractive

implication towards glamour and wealth, the subtle suggestion that cigarettes are indeed your royal and loyal friends - and that, Pete, is a lie. Your other personality is trying to draw your attention to the flip side of the discussion: written in boring bold black and white, it's a statement that these neat little soldiers of death are in fact trying to kill you - and that, Pete, is the truth.

Oh, beauty is a beguiling call to death and I'm addicted to the sweet pitch of its siren. That that starts sweet ends bitter, and that which starts bitter ends sweet. THAT is why you and I love the drugs and that is also why I cannot give that painting back. Now please, pass me a light.
Pete: Oh, you are something special, Mr. Johnny Quid.

[first lines]
Archie: People ask the question... what's a RocknRolla? And I tell 'em - it's not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, others the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he's different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants

the fucking lot.

Handsome Bob: Five years, you know, I don't know if I can handle it...
One Two: I don't know what I was thinking, Bob. I mean, there's nothing wrong with being a poof or being a gay, or whatever it is you call it, I don't know. I mean, there's gonna be plenty of your lot in there. You'll probably love it.
Handsome Bob: Oh, God...

[pause]
One Two: What... what exactly is it that you... that you want to do to me, then, Bob?

Archie: Bandy, you ever ask a stupid question like that again, see Danny there? He's gonna slap you.
Bandy: Sorry Arch, I was, I was just trying to use initiative.
Archie: Danny, slap him.
[Danny smacks Bandy]
Archie: With the right, Danny, properly.
[Danny smacks Bandy with the right hand]

Archie: No, no, no, NO! Come on, do it properly with the back of the right hand!
Danny: What is this, a tennis match, Arch?
Archie: Slap him!
[Danny slaps Bandy]
Archie: Oh, for fu... Like this.
[slaps Bandy himself]
Archie: Now if you can master a slap like that,

there's no need for your clients to hold back. They will open up like a fountain, full of words. No need for strong violence, no no. They're transported back to their childhoods. Putty in your hands. Ask Bandy. Look, thinks he's back at school.
Danny: But he never went to school, Arch.
Archie: You want a slap as well, Daniel, eh? Now, if a slap don't

work, you cut 'em or you pay 'em. But you keep your receipts, 'cause this ain't the Mafia. Now get out there 'n look for the painting!

Johnny Quid: No need to worry just yet, boys. They're not going to do it while we're standing in the lift. Because then they'd have to carry the corpses to the cars, and that seems too much like hard work. In about two minutes there, Danny boy there is gonna turn and pop me two in the head, then one in the throat just to be sure. You shouldn't have brought me here, fellas, you're

just going to end up as witnesses. Once they've "dealt" with us, they will put our corpses in the boot of a stolen car, then pour six gallons of petrol on the car. I'll let your imagination do the rest. Now, Danny boy here is rattled, because he knows that you know. And so, he's going to fight.
[Danny turns, but a forewarned Mickey and Roman manage to kill him and his friend]

Johnny Quid: Pass me the gun, Mickey. Quickly. QUICKLY! Don't worry, he can't defend himself, he's got no head!

One Two: Come on, Bobby boy, cheer up.
Handsome Bob: What have I got to cheer up about? I'll be locked up in an 8-by-10 tomorrow night.
One Two: Bob, that's tomorrow night, okay? So tonight is take-off time. And we have got a party planned for you, my man! We got a couple of grams of "hurry up" and four "Jack the Rippers". We've got

the Harris twins, probably the most expensive escort girls ever to have escorted; got the night off from the Russians and they have been greased down just for the Bobski!
[Handsome Bob rubs his eyes]
One Two: Okay, well, I see that cheered you up.
Handsome Bob: It's not that I'm not grateful, it's just...
One Two: What?

It's just what?
Handsome Bob: You wouldn't understand...
One Two: Come on, Bobby boy, that's not fair. I'd understand anything coming from you.
Handsome Bob: Would you?
One Two: Bob, you're my best mate.
Handsome Bob: You see, I don't want the strippers, One Two.

One Two: Okay.
Handsome Bob: I want you.
[One Two chuckles, but Handsome Bob remains serious]
One Two: Dirty bastard... You dirty bastard!
[stops the car and gets out]

Rocker: [interrupting Mickey's phone call] The dry ice, Mickey, I need the fucking dry ice! My show just doesn't work without it!
Mickey: If you'd asked me yesterday for dry ice, I would've got you the driest ice the world could have, but you didn't ask me for no dry ice. You asked me for two cases of Johnny Walker Black Label and four ladies of the pole.

And I got them for you, didn't I?
Rocker: Yes. Yes, you did, I do confess. But Mickey, you're the manager, I'm the rocker. You've got on the hat. Why not just pull something out of it?
Mickey: My hat is deep and full of magic. I got rabbits, handkerchiefs, and ladies of the pole drinking Black Label; I got smoke machines, bubble machines, I even got

love marines, and still the hat goes deeper. All right? But there AIN'T no motherfuckin' dry ice!
Rocker: Okay. You made your point. But tomorrow, might be quite nice to have some dry ice.