Jack Carter:
You know, I'd almost forgotten what your eyes looked like. Still the same. Pissholes in the snow.
Jack Carter:
A pint of bitter
[
snaps fingers as bartender walks away]
Jack Carter:
...in a thin glass!
Jack Carter:
You're a big man, but you're in bad shape. With me it's a full time job. Now behave yourself.
Jack Carter:
[
naked, pointing a shotgun] Out!
Con McCarty:
Come on Jack, put it away. You know you're not going to use it.
Peter:
The gun he means!
Edna:
What are you going to do?
Jack Carter:
I'm going to sit in the car and whistle "Rule Britannia".
Eric:
So, what're you doing then? On your holidays?
Jack Carter:
No, I'm visiting relatives.
Eric:
Oh, that's nice.
Jack Carter:
It would be... if they were still living.
[
Harry, who's playing poker, is disturbed by Carter's presence in the room]
Harry:
Thought you were going soon.
Jack Carter:
Soon. When you've lost your money. Won't take long.
Harry:
Clever sod, aren't you?
Jack Carter:
Only comparatively.
[
Anna is making phone sex with Carter when her husband enters the room]
Gerald Fletcher:
What's the matter? You got gut trouble or something?
Anna:
No, darling. Just doing my exercises.
[
in the phone]
Anna:
Listen, Janet, Gerald's just walked in. I must ring off.
[
Carter offers to give Keith some money after the latter was beaten up by Carter's enemies and is lying down in bed with his face badly bruised]
Keith:
Stuff it! My girlfriend is coming from Liverpool tonight! Nice surprise, isn't it?
Jack Carter:
[
throwing him the money] Here, go get yourself a course in karate.
Jack Carter:
Goodbye Eric.
Jack Carter:
Frank wasn't like that. I'm the villain in the family, remember?
Jack Carter:
You couldn't run an egg and spoon race Eric.
Jack Carter:
[
to Albert] Do you want to be dead Albert?
Albert:
For Christ's sake.
Jack Carter:
You knew what I'd do didn't you, Albert?
Albert:
I didn't kill him.
Jack Carter:
[
as he kills him] I know you didn't.
Jack Carter:
[
to Margaret] I've come for you, Margaret.
Jack Carter:
[
to Margaret] Take your clothes off.
Peter:
Don't let us interrupt you.
Jack Carter:
Now...
Con McCarty:
[
to a naked Jack who is pointing a gun] Jack, don't you think you ought to get dressed first.
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