Geoff BellQuotes

Tommy Hatcher: [After Pete tells him he was responsible for his son's death; lunges at him; beats him to death; some hooligans drag him off him as he breaks down in tears] Don't you talk about my fucking son! Don't talk about my fucking son! ONLY A POOR LITTLE HAMMER, HIS FACE WAS ALL BATTERED AND TORN! HE MADE ME FEEL SICK! I HIT HIM WITH A BRICK! NOW THE CUNTS IS NOT LAUGHING OR SINGING NO MORE!

Tommy Hatcher: [After Pete tells him to finish him off] You're already finished, little Petey. The NGO will take care of you in a minute, yer mug!

Tommy Hatcher: [After stabbing Steve Dunham] If you die tonight, you and me are even.

Tommy Hatcher: I had a son once!

Michelle Unwin: [Hugs Eggsy] Where have you been? I've been so worried about you!

Eggsy: Oh my days, look how big you've grown!

Eggsy: [Referring to Dean] Where is he?

Michelle Unwin: I'm fine. Eggsy, please, please, just don't get involved.

Eggsy: No, I should've never left you on your own. This stops right now. I'll be right back.

Michelle Unwin: Eggsy...

Eggsy: Oi! Dean!

Dean: Oh, Mugsy. So you're back. What, you've gone and nicked a fucking taxi now?

Eggsy: Yeah. Can I have a word about my mum's black eye?

Dean: You want to have a word with me? You get out of that cab, I'll knock you straight back down on your fucking arse.

Eggsy: Tell your muppets to go inside, then I'll get out.

Michelle Unwin: Eggsy. Just go please, because he's going to...

Michelle Unwin: [Places her hands on Dean's shoulder; Dean turns his attention away from Eggsy towards Michelle and grabs Michelle by the throat] No, please! Don't hurt him!

Dean: [Dean pushes Michelle away; Dean turns his attention back to Eggsy] Fuck off! Get the fuck away! Shut the fuck up! Who was with you in that fucking pub? I want to know the name of the geezer you was with!

Eggsy: I wasn't with no one!

Dean: [Slaps Eggsy] Who was it?

Eggsy: I don't know what you're on about.

Dean: [Slaps Eggsy again] Who was it?!

Eggsy: I don't know who you're fucking on about!

Dean: Fucking tell me his name!

Eggsy: I don't know who you're fucking on about!

Dean: [Slaps Eggsy again as Harry hears] You listen to me! I want to know who was with you in that pub. Do you understand? I want to know his fucking name! Because, I swear, I'll rip your mouth! Tell me!

Eggsy: I don't know who you're fucking on about!

Dean: Tell me!

Michelle Unwin: Just tell him, Eggsy!

Dean: [Dean threatens Eggsy with the meat cleaver] Fuck off! Fuck off, Michelle! I could kill you right now and no one in the whole world will notice!

Harry Hart: But I would. I have enough evidence on your activities to have you locked up for the rest of your life, Mr Dean Anthony Baker.

Dean: What the fuck?

Harry Hart: [Dean puts the meat cleaver down] So I suggest you leave the boy alone, or I shall be forced to deliver it to the appropriate authorities.

Harry Hart: Eggsy, meet me at the tailor I told you about.

Dean: What the fuck's going on here?

Michelle Unwin: Eggsy? Eggsy, come here. Got any Rizla, babe?

Eggsy: No.

Dean: Why'd you do your mum a favour, go down to the shop and get some.

Eggsy: Get em yourself.

Michelle Unwin: [Looks up at Eggsy sternly] Oi. What have I said to you about speaking to Dean like that?

Eggsy: Three's a crowd, isn't it? Why don't Dean's poodle go?

Dean: [Dean takes some cash out of his pocket and hands it to Eggsy] I'll tell you what. Why don't you take this, go and get some Rizla's, get yourself some sweets. And while you're gone, we'll show your mum how three can be good company.

Michelle Unwin: Thanks, babe.

Mischief John: Anything that you do to me will be repaid 10 times in kind. Now, you're a big man. Now, let's see you move.