The Long Good Friday Page #7

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But that settled it, once and for all.

Yes, I'd like a porter to suite 513 please,

and we'd like a cab right away.

Thank you.

You two can't wait to get out of here, can you?

I always react like that to bombs blowing up, mass murders...

It's a hang-up of mine.

It's coming to something when the Mafia

can't handle a little problem, innit?

A little problem?

Tony did you hear what he said?

A little problem...

This is like a bad night in Vietnam

But it's over, I've pulled the plug on 'em.

We do not deal with gangsters, period.

This country is a worse risk than Cuba was.

It's a banana republic.

You're a mess.

Ciao, Harold.

Bon voyage then.

I'll tell you something...

I'm glad I found out in time just what a partnership

with a pair of wankers like you would've been.

A sleeping partner's one thing,

but you're in a f***ing coma!

No wonder you got an energy crisis

your side of the water!

But us British, we're used to a bit more

vitality, imagination,

touch of the Dunkirk spirit, know what I mean?

The days when Yanks could come over 'ere...

and buy up Nelson's Column...

an 'arley street surgeon and a couple'a Windmill

Girls are definitely over!

- Now look...

- Shut up you long streak of paralysed piss.

What l'm looking for is someone who can contribute

to what England has given to the world:

culture, sophistication, genius. A little bit more

than an 'ot dog, know what I mean?

We're in the Common Market now,

and my new deal is with Europe.

l'm going into partnership with a German

organisation. Yeah! The Krauts!

They've got ambition, know-how,

and they don't lose their bottle.

Look at you...

The Mafia?

I've sh*t 'em.

Hey hold up, where's Victoria?

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