Jason Statham credited as playing...
- Brant: A word of advice, girls. If you're picking the wrong fight... at least pick the right weapon.
- [a gang of teenage lads try to mug Brant in the street at night. Brant produces a long J-shaped wooden stick and hits one of the lads with it - hard]
- Brant: This, lads, is a hurley. Used in the Irish game of hurling - a cross between hockey and murder.
- Brant: A double Irish.
- Wellesley Barman: Only thing, buddy, we're closed.
- Brant: [reaches over counter and grabs a glass] Listen up, I'm only gonna say this once. I ain't your buddy. When I ask for a drink, you say, "Ice with that, sir?" Now, let's begin again. A double Irish.
- Wellesley Barman: You want ice with that, sir?
- Brant: Don't be ridiculous. Who needs ice?
- Wellesley Barman: [pours it] That'll be five quid.
- Brant: [drinks it down] Like you said, you're closed.
- Brant: The Japs have a word for this type of bare look, didn't they?
- Nash: Minimalist.
- Brant: Shite's the word I had in mind.
- Brant: Do I look like I carry a pencil?
- Brant: You said something about dealing with a paedophile.
- Nash: I though you were asleep.
- Nash: You're not supposed to smoke in here.
- Brant: What are you going to do, shoot me?
- [last lines]
- Brant: There he is. There's Breckney. Get an appetite...
- [releases dogs]
- Dunlop: [running] Whoa! Aaah! Get... Get away! Get them away!
- Brant: Look, I don't give a fuck about you being a pillow biter. I don't give a fuck what people do as long as they keep it to themselves.
- Nash: What's this?
- Brant: Poteen. Irish moonshine.
- Nash: Isn't this stuff illegal?
- Brant: I fuckin' hope so.
- Nash: You drink this poison and you wonder why you get blackouts?
- Brant: I drink this poison because I get blackouts.
- Brant: Let's get you legless!
- Brant: This is women's work. Just like typing.
- Brant: If I get bounced, I'll do something truly reckless.
- Brant: You like a solid phallic symbol between your fingers.
- Brant: Something tells me this one is gonna remain unsolved.
- Brant: I left you the rest of my crisps, you greedy bugger. What more do you want?
- Brant: You don't wanna believe what you read in the papers, sir.
- Brant: Hold on, hold on. Is that a carpet knife?
