I'm on the black and he's sittin' in the corner looking all f***in' biscuit-arsed. When this hard c*** comes in. Obviously f***in' fancied himself, like. Starts staring at me. Lookin' at me, right f***in' at me, as if to say, "Come ahead, square go." You ken me, I'm not the type of c*** that goes looking for f***in' bother, like, but at the end of the day I'm the c*** with a pool cue and he can get the fat end in his puss any time he f***ing wanted like. So I squares up, casual like. What does the hard c*** do? Or the so-called hard c***? Shites it. Puts down his drink, turns, and gets the f*** out of there. And after that, well, the game was mine.
Franco Begbie- Trainspotting
When you expect nothing and get everything, that's destiny.
Miklo- Blood in Blood Out
Bob Hodges: [to his new partner] There's two bulls standing on top of a mountain. The younger one says to the older one: "Hey pop, let's say we run down there and f*** one of them cows". The older one says: "No son. Lets walk down and f*** 'em all".
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