Don Logan convincing Gal to do the job...
In fact ALL the scenes with Don Logan in them...Ben Kingsley, Ghandi...
'You look like fucking crocodile skin luggage you cunt'
AHhh....
Talk to me, Gal.
I'm here for you.
I'm a good listener.
What can I say? I've said it all.
- I'm retired. - Shut up!
Cunt.
You louse. You got some fuckin' neck. Retired?
Fuck off, you're revolting.
Your fuckin' suntan, you're like leather.
Like a leather man.
You could make a fuckin' suitcase.
You look like a fat crocodile, fat bastard.
You look like fuckin' Idi Amin.
State of you. You should be ashamed of yourself.
Who d'you think you are?
King of the castle? Cock of the walk?
Oof!
You think this is the Wheel of Fortune?
You make your dough and fuck off?
Thanks, Don. See you, Don Off to Spain, Don. Fuck off, Don.
Lie in your pool laughing at me, d'you think I'll have that?
You think I'll have that, ya ponce?
All right, I'll make it easy.
God, you're fucking trying.
Are you gonna do the job?
It's not a difficult question. Yes or no?
- Don... - Say it.
No.
Yes. Fuck off, wanker, you're doin' it.
You know what I've noticed, Gal? What stands out?
You haven't asked about anybody.
Everyone asks after you "How's Gal? Heard from him?"
"No, not for a while." "Is he all right?"
Leaves me wondering, "Have I upset him?"
"Must have, I'll ask him." Have I upset you?
- Course not. - Meaning?
Well, you haven't.
You're British, not a fucking Spaniard.
Don't kid yourself...