Andrew Motion
Andrew Motion

I've always thought that the balance between the side of my mind that knows what it is doing and the side that really hasn't got a clue has to be carefully maintained because if you write too knowingly then you get chilly, and if you write too unknowingly you write bollocks that nobody else can understand.

Gordon Ramsay
Gordon Ramsay

Cooking today is a young man's game, I don't give a bollocks what anyone says.

Peter Mullan
Peter Mullan

I wanted to dismantle the bollocks that there's a military structure to a gang, with a leader, second leader, the good looking one, first babe, second babe. It's far more arbitrary than that and their values shouldn't be romanticised. They aren't something you want to sign up to.

Snatch
Snatch

Gorgeous George: Get back down or you will not be coming up next time.
[watches as Mickey warms up]
Gorgeous George: Oh, bollocks to you. This is sick. I'm out of here.
Mickey: You're not going anywhere, you thick lump.
[Pulls off his shirt]
Mickey: You stay until the job's done.
[kisses

his good luck charms and knocks Gorgeous out with a single punch]
Turkish: [narrating] It turned out that the sweet-talking, tattoo-sporting pikey was a gypsy bare-knuckle boxing champion. Which makes him harder than a coffin nail. Right now, that's the last thing on Tommy's mind. If Gorgeous doesn't wake up in the next few minutes, Tommy knows he'll be buried with him. Why

would the gypsies go through the trouble of explaining why a man died in their campsite when they can bury the pair of them and just move camp? It's not like they got social security numbers, is it? Tommy - the tit - is praying. And if he isn't, he fucking should be.

Snatch
Snatch

Turkish: [Tommy has a gun in his trousers] What's to stop it blowing your bollocks off every time you sit down?

The Bank Job
The Bank Job

Tim Everett: You have no idea of the danger you and your chums are in, do you?
Terry Leather: Is that right? And why would that be?
Tim Everett: You've opened Pandora's box you dumb prick. That's why.
Terry Leather: I know what's at stake, and I know how expendable we are. So I'm changing the deal.

Tim Everett: Is that right?
Terry Leather: Yeah. You get all your nasty pictures, but here's the twist - we get indemnity, fresh passports, safe passage out of the country for the whole team. And an official signed document guaranteeing that we won't be prosecuted and we won't be pursued.
Tim Everett: You can't be serious.

Terry Leather: You can bet your bollocks I'm serious. And we want it signed, sealed, and delivered by a public figure of substantial authority.
Tim Everett: How about the prime minister?
Terry Leather: Yeah, he'll do, if you can drag him off his yacht. You mess with us Tim...
[Terry shows Tim pictures of prominent public

figures taken in compromising situations in Sonia Bern's brothel]
Terry Leather: ...we can drip-feed pictures like these to the press. We've got a stack of them.

Layer Cake
Layer Cake

Jimmy Price: You hungry? The grub here will make your bollocks tingle. Let's eat.

Green Street Hooligans
Green Street Hooligans

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.

Bronson
Bronson

Charles Bronson: [Real Life Charles Bronson Quote] How would you feel, waking up in the morning without a window? My window is a steel grid, I 'ave to put my lips against that steel grid and suck in air, that's my morning... 'cause I got no air in my cell. I have to eat, sleep and crap in that room twenty-three hours of a twenty-four hour day. You tell me, what human being

deserves that? Apart from the stinking paedophile or a child killer. I don't deserve that, I done nothing on this planet to deserve that. My bed is four inches off the floor, it's a concrete bed, my toilet hasn't even got a seat on it or a lid, and I 'ave to live like this month after month after month, and the way it's looking it's year after year after year. Now is that's right then so be, but

let somebody else 'ave a fucking go at it, 'cause I've had twenty-six years of this bollocks and it's time to come out, and I want the jury at my trail to come and see how I'm living. But I'm not living, I'm existing.