Colin Farrell credited as playing...
Coach
- Ernie: Did he just call me a black cunt?
- Coach: Yes, he did.
- Ernie: He can't do that. That's racist.
- Coach: But you are black and you are a cunt, Ernie. Those are the facts. I don't think Primetime cares what race you run in.
- Ernie: The fact that I'm black has nothing to do with the fact I'm a cunt.
- Coach: He didn't say black people were cunts, Ernie. He was being specific to you. One has nothing to do with the other. And I'd go a step further and say it was a term of affection.
- Ernie: Primetime's a Gypsy. I wouldn't call him a pikey cunt.
- Coach: Why not? He might be very understanding. Only if it comes from a place of love, of course.
- Coach: [turning the tables on a youth gang] Youse are embarrassing yourself here, lads. Kids stab, girls shoot, boys punch. Grown-ups fight with their heads. That's where the real battle is. Up here, in the gray. Now wake up, lads. Life's quick, you're slow. Life's hard on a bone top.
- Raymond: Feel free to talk.
- Coach: I gather you're the consigliere of the outfit that my boys were stupid enough to fuck around with. On that note, I'd like to extend my apologies on their behalf. My boys, they're naive, they've had hard lives and they're just starting to come good. But, they're my lads, my responsibility, so it's me that should be accountable for their actions. Now, I can return your goods, but I can't return the inconvenience, the time, the fucking headache. And so I offer you my loyalty, my word, my time until that debt is settled. I'll make amends, but just leave me lads alone.
- Raymond: First of all, I'm going to need to know how your lads got that information about where our farm was sited, cause that's not common knowledge. Once we've overcome that little challenge, then we can talk.