"...Now, find me the silly sods who blagged the bookies...Find 'em, today...""I am not in Rome, Doug, I am in a rush. Got to make the bookies."
"...Now, find me the silly sods who blagged the bookies...Find 'em, today...""I am not in Rome, Doug, I am in a rush. Got to make the bookies."
Anything to declare?
Yeah, don't go to England!
Don't forget, we've still got Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels to plough through...then maybe Rock 'n' Rolla if we're of a mindI'm sure you guys can continue this for another few pages!
"It's an unlicensed boxing match. It's not a tickling competition. These lads are out to hurt each other"
That is beyond funny...Love the bit where Peter Cushing hit the telecom button and Vader/BrickTop threw in a "You fackin' prat" as a parting shot....