One Two: Abandon ship!
Archie: [narrates] Oh, isn't that an unpleasant surprise. Because they don't want to owe Lenny.
One Two: We can't get the planning.
Archie: That's right sweetheart...
Mumbles: We can't get the planning?
Archie: ...you've been fucked.
Lenny Cole: [wearing a hat, suit, and glasses] What d'you think we are? Gangsters?
One Two: I've got one just like that at home, but with a little boy fishing.
Stella: Is that what they call humor where you're from?
One Two: Is that what they call art where you're from?
Archie: ...and he'll be in there like swimwear.
Stella: Drink?
One Two: Dance?
Stella: You're a dancer?
One Two: Am I a dancer? Shall we set the record straight? See, my dad was a dancer, and his dad before him. So, finally, it percolates through the old DNA. You're not joining me?
Stella: Sure. I like to dance.
Archie: [narrates] Now today is Lenny's big day. He's hit the big time, because a new Russian billionaire desires Lenny's property contacts. He wants planning permission where the law won't allow. Of course Lenny will come through. But he will rake that Russian for every rouble he can get.
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Archie: Hold on. I've got another call.
Pete: My dad used to make me watch Bonanza every Sunday after church.
Johnny Quid: Well, that's got to have done some damage. All those guns, nuns, and cowboys.
Pete: You think?... It wasn't all bad. He sometimes made me laugh, too.
Lenny Cole: Listen, you lousy immigrant...
Lenny Cole: I thought you lot drink vodka.
Uri: Whisky is the new vodka.
Lenny Cole: You're not joining me?
Uri: I don't drink.
Lenny Cole: [pauses before drinking] ... Cheers.
Uri: Cheers.
Archie: What are these guys made of?
Lenny Cole: But then a more aggressive breed of crayfish came along...
