Ray Winstone credited as playing...
Gal
- Gal: People say, "Don't you miss it, Gal?" I say, "What, England? Nah. Fucking place. It's a dump. Don't make me laugh. Grey, grimy, sooty. What a shit hole. What a toilet. Every cunt with a long face shuffling about, moaning, all worried. No thanks, not for me." They say, "What's it like, then, Spain?" And I'll say, "It's hot. Hot. Oh, it's fucking hot. Too hot? Not for me, I love it."
- [first lines]
- Gal: [Gal is sunbathing by poolside] Oh, yeah. Bloody hell. I'm sweating in here. Roasting. Boiling. Baking. Sweltering. It's like a sauna. Furnace. You can fry an egg on my stomach. Ohh, who wouldn't lap this up? It's ridiculous. Tremendous. Fantastic. Fan-dabby-dozy-tastic.
- [last lines]
- Gal: You were right, Don. Technically speaking, you were right. But you're dead. So shut up.
- Don: Friday. The Grosvenor. You'll be there.
- Gal: I won't.
- Don: You will. I told Ted you're doing it. Don't you show me up.
- Gal: No, I won't be there.
- Don: You will. You're Mr. Roundtree.
- Gal: No.
- Don: Yes, Roundtree.
- Gal: No.
- Don: Yes, Grosvenor.
- Gal: No, Don.
- Don: Friday!
- Gal: I won't be there.
- Don: You will!
- Gal: No, Don.
- Don: Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!
- Gal: I love you like a rose loves rainwater, like a leopard loves its partner in the jungle, like... I don't know what like.
- Gal: [On the phone with his wife, realizing it may be their last phone call] Deedee, I love you like a rose loves rainwater... like a leopard loves its partner in the jungle, like - I don't know what like. I love yuh... I love yuh, I love yuh...