Gangster 55: And you, Mr. Freddie Mays, you had to go swimming in her eyes. Dancing in her hair. You had to slip into her mouth, slide over her tongue. Fall down her throat, deep down into her belly. Right into her blood. You had to fall asleep wrapped around her beautiful, beating heart.
Karen: You're not a bad looking bloke.
Young gangster: Bad looking bloke? Darlin'... I'm a prince.
Gangster 55: What do you take me for, a cunt?