Bob Hoskins nel ruolo di...
Bart
- Bart: I tell you, I feel really good here. And I feel generous. Danny, what do you want?
- Danny: A piano.
- Bart: Excuse me?
- Danny: I want a piano.
- Bart: A piano? Oh yeah. How about a lobster dinner?
- Danny: I want a piano.
- Bart: How about a woman? You've never had a woman.
- Danny: I want a piano.
- Bart: Danny, you're starting to piss me off.
- Danny: I want a piano.
- Bart: [laughs] That's what I love about you, Danny. One thought at a time.
- Infirmier: So you essentially turned a man into a dog.
- Bart: Like my sainted mum used to say: Get 'em young enough and the possibilities are endless.
- Infirmier: Let me see if I've got this straight. Now I don't pay you, you take his collar off.
- Bart: Correctimundo.
- Infirmier: You take his collar off, he beats us all to death.
- Bart: Now who's the bright penny!
- Infirmier: So it seems it's in my best interest to keep that collar on, then.
- Bart: If you can't do what I've trained you to do, what fucking use are you? No fucking use is the answer. No fucking use at all.
- Bart: Cause i'm so pleased to have you home, I'll answer one question. Go on, fire away.
- Danny: Did you know my mum?
- Bart: Your mum? Why would I know your mum? I found you in the street. Lying on the pavement. You was halfdead. You couldn't even talk. You was just lying there. No one wanting you. No one caring whether you lived or died. Except me.
- Bart: You borrow money from me, you're expected to pay it back. You pay it back, the collar stays on. You don't pay it back, the collar comes off. A simple set of rules.
- [for Danny's "audition," he is put into the ring with the reigning champion; Danny kills him in less than five seconds, then walks out]
- Bart: If you want us back, you do know where to find me.
- Wyeth: Oh, we certainly want you back. Only, if you could make it a little more... entertaining, next time?
- Bart: I'll see what I can do.
- Bart: If you can't do what I've trained you to do, what fucking use are you? No fucking use is the answer. No fucking use at all. I feed you, I clothe you and all the time I put in. All the fucking effort, to make you the man that you are and what gratitude do I get? LOOK AT ME! I look as I've just been through the third fucking world war.
- Bart: [very angry] I don't believe it. He just stood there and watched them beat the crap out of me. Even a dog has got the brains to come to his masters defense. Bite them. Claw them. Piss on them. Anything for fucks sake!