Robert Carlyle Quotes

Begbie Picture the scene. The other fucking week there, down the fucking Volley with Tommy, playing pool. I'm playing like Paul fucking Newman by the way. Giving the boy here the tanning of a lifetime. So it comes to the end, to the last shot, the deciding ball of the whole tournament. I'm on the black and he's sitting in the corner looking all fucking biscuit-arsed. When this hard cunt comes in, obviously fucking fancied himself, like, starts staring at me. Looking at me, like right fucking at me, as if to say, "Come ahead, square go." You ken me. I'm not the type of cunt that goes looking for fucking bother, like, but at the end of the day I'm the cunt with a pool cue, and he can get the fat end in his puss any time he fucking wanted like. So I squares up, casual like. What does the hard cunt do? Or the so-called hard cunt? Shites it. Puts down his drink, turns, and gets the fuck out of there. And after that, well, the game was mine.

Begbie Well, it's not our fault! Your boy went down because he was a fucking smack-head, and if that's not your fault then I don't know what is! I was the fucking cunt trying to get hum off it.

Begbie It was fucking obvious that that cunt was gonna fuck some cunt.

Begbie See, inside you won't last two fucking days.

Elektra King Your present, courtesy of the late Mr. Bond.

Renard My executioner.

M Overpraise, I'm afraid. But my people will finish the job.

King Your people? Your people will leave you here to rot. Just like you left me- you and my father.

M Your father wasn't...

King My father was nothing! The kingdom he stole from my mother, the kingdom I will rightly take back.

M I hope you're proud of what you did to her.

Renard I'm afraid it is you who deserve credit. When I took her, she was promise itself. And then you left her at the mercy of a man like me. You made that happen. For what? To get to me? She's worth fifty of me.

M For once, I agree with you.

Renard Yes. And now we both share a common fate. You will die along with everyone in the city. Along with the bright, starry, oil driven future of the West. Since you sent your men to kill me, I've been watching time tick away, marching towards my own death. Now you can have the same pleasure. Watch these hands, M. By noon tomorrow, your time is up. And I guarantee you, I will not miss.

Begbie Hey rent boy, no fucking skag!

Mrs. Renton We'll help you son. You'll stay here with us, till you get better. We're gonna beat this together.

Renton Maybe I-- Maybe I should go back to the clinic?

Mrs. Renton No. No clinics, no methadone. That only made you worse, you said so yourself. You lied to us son, your own mother and father!

Renton You could bring us some jellies.

Mrs. Renton No! You're worse coming off that than you are with the heroin. Nothing at all.

Mr. Renton It's a clean break this time.

Mrs. Renton You're staying here, where we can keep an eye on you.

Renton I appreciate what you're trying to do. I really do, but I just need one more score like. Just bring me one more hit. I need one more fucking hit! You fuck!

Begbie Well, that's a good fucking laugh, ain't it? You sweat that shite out of your system, cause I'll come back and it's still here, I'll fucking kick it out. Okay?

Dealer So, how much would you like for this?

Begbie 20,000.

Dealer Well, I don't think it's worth more than 15.

Renton This was a real drag to him. He didn't need to negotiate. I mean, what the fuck were we going to do if he didn't buy it? Sell it on the streets? Fuck that.

Begbie Well... 19.

Dealer Terribly sorry, I can't go to 19.

Begbie Well, fuckin 16, then.

Dealer Okay. "Well, fuckin 16" it is, then.

Begbie You better clean up your fucking act, sunshine. Cut that shite out forever.

James Bond Are you really going to commit suicide for her ?

Renard You forget, I'm already dead!

Bond Haven't you heard? So is she!

Renard You're lying! LIAR!!

Bond She's waiting for you!

Begbie No way I would poison my body with that shite. All the fucking chemicals. No fucking way!

Diane Dear Mark, I'm glad you've found a job and somewhere to live. School is fine at the moment. I'm not pregnant, but thanks for asking. Your friend Sick Boy asked me last week if I would like to work for him, but I told him where to go. I met Spud, who sends his regards, or at least I think that's what he said. No one seen Tommy for ages, and finally, Francis Begbie has been on television a lot this week, as he is wanted by the police, in connection with an armed robbery in a jewellers in Corstorphine. Take care. Yours with love, Diane.

Diane Francis Begbie.

Renton Oh no.

Begbie Armed robbery? What? With a replica? I mean, how can it be an armed robbery with a fucking replica? Fucking scandal. And the gear? Look! Supposed to be fucking solid silver, it's fucking garbage. There's young couples investing their hopes in that stuff and all.

Renton It's a scandal, Franco.

Begbie Too fucking right that is!

Begbie And I don't want any pot noodles, by the way. I'm fucking ] (i.e. starving).

Begbie Did you bring the cards?

Sick Boy What?

Begbie The cards, the last thing I told you was to mind the cards!

Sick Boy Well, I've not brought them.

Begbie It's fucking boring after a while without the cards.

Sick Boy I'm sorry.

Begbie Bit fucking late, like.

Sick Boy Why didn't you bring them?

Begbie Cause I fucking told you to bring them, you doss cunt!

Sick Boy Christ...

James Bond Call him off. I won't ask again. Call him off. CALL HIM OFF!

Elektra Renard. You wouldn't kill me. You'd miss me.

Renard Yes?

Elektra Dive! Bo-

Bond I never miss.

James Bond Expecting Davidov? He caught a bullet instead of the plane. Get off and keep your mouth shut!

Renard You can't kill me. I'm already dead.

Bond Not dead enough for me.

Renard You could show a little gratitude. I did spare your life at the banker's office. That's right; I couldn't kill you, you were working for me. You delivered the money, killed King and now you've brought me the plane.

Bond What's your plan for the bomb?!

Renard You first. Or could it be you don't have a plan?

Bond That bomb will never leave this room!

Renard Neither will you. How sad…to be threatened by a man who can't grasp what he's involved in.

Bond Revenge is not hard to fathom for a man who believes in nothing.

Renard And what do you believe in? Preservation of capital? Go ahead. Shoot me. I welcome it. My men will hear the shot and kill you.

Bond And the firefight will bring down half the army from above.

Renard But when a certain phone call isn't made in twenty minutes, Elektra dies.

Bond You're bluffing.

Renard She's beautiful, isn't she? You should have had her before, when she was innocent. How does it feel to know that I broke her in for you?

Bond I usually hate killing an unarmed man. Cold-blooded murder is a filthy business.

Renard A man tires of being executed.

Bond But in your case, I feel nothing, just like you.