- 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.
- Nash: I finally said fuck it, I'll take the law into my own hands, so I broke into the peado's house at four in the morning and I smashed his bollocks with a baseball bat until they fucking popped.
- Superintendent Brown: How do you feel about early retirement?
- Roberts: We'd miss you, sir. You know who else would miss you? Olga. The 250 pound call girl you see every Wednesday. Your wife thinks you're playing squash. Well, you are, in a way.
- Weiss: Wait 'til the papers get a load of this, eh? I'm gonna sue you. And you. And all you fucking pig cunts.
- 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.
- Falls: Even when I was working undercover, I was a cop pertending to be a junkie. But really, I'm just a junkie playing at being a cop.