The Gentlemen (2019)

Matthew McConaughey: Michael Pearson

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• Mickey Pearson : There's only one rule in the jungle: when the lion's hungry, he eats!

• Michael Pearson : Fucks sake, Ray. You need to invest in some parachutes. There's a pattern emerging here.

• Michael Pearson : If you wish to be The King of the jungle, it's not enough to act like a king. You must be The King. And there can be no doubt. Because doubt causes chaos and one's own demise.

• Michael Pearson : No sooner do I entertain Matthew's offer to buy me out and reject Dry Eye's offer does one of my farms get raided.

  Rosalind Pearson : First time ever.

  Michael Pearson : Doesn't feel like a coincidence, does it?

  Rosalind Pearson : It isn't. There's fuckery afoot.

• Rosalind Pearson : Look, I don't want you knocking around here feeling all unemployed and lost with yourself.

  Mickey Pearson : Well, fuck me. Most wives would beg their other halves to get out of this game, but not you.

  Rosalind Pearson : That's because I know you, darling.

• Rosalind Pearson : Ah! He's bought you a gun. That's a nice little gift. Five years in prison, all in one little box.

  Mickey Pearson : Oh, but that's not a gun, dear. That's a paperweight.

  Rosalind Pearson : Course it is. Along with a family of six baby bullets.

• Mickey Pearson : I've gone to great lengths to make my operation as invisible as possible, Matthew. If you were standing on my bush, you wouldn't know it. As a matter of fact, you are standing on my bush.

• Mickey Pearson : I like middle age. I like gentrification, private schools, fine wines, and a spoonful of caviar to help my medicine go down. But most importantly, I'm looking forward to spending more time with you.

  Rosalind Pearson : Of course you are.

• Rosalind Pearson : Look, you'll have to do this elegantly, love. If word spreads that you're getting out, that could read as weakness. And if you smell smoke, it's because there's a fire, and that could get expensive. So you're going to have to stamp that out without any gentrification. But not you, love. Don't you do anything messy. That's why you've got people, remember?

  [grabs Mickey's crotch gently] 

  Mickey Pearson : I fucking love you, babe.

  Rosalind Pearson : Of course you do.

  Mickey Pearson : Any chance?

  Rosalind Pearson : No, you can wait. I've got a red-hot Russki with her finger on the trigger. I got to deal with it.

• Dry Eye : I understand you're getting out.

  Mickey Pearson : Getting out. Getting out of what? Bed? My head? The closet? Don't flirt with me, Dry Eye. I'm a busy man.

  Dry Eye : I hear you're getting out of the game. And I would like you to consider an offer.

  Mickey Pearson : Look, I'm going to stop you right there, so you don't waste any more of your precious breath, young man. This is not a discussion for the two of us. Unlike the salt and pepper, it's not on the table. I am not for sale. And even if I was, you're several zeros short. Now, you may be able to buy your man's sausage for that, but to me it just looks rude at breakfast.

  Dry Eye : You're out of touch. You're forgetting the laws of the jungle, looking down on me. Now, when the silverback's got more silver than back, he best move on before he gets moved on. It's not dignified. It's beneath you, Michael. Trying to do you a favor. This is a big fucking number.

  [pause] 

  Mickey Pearson : And this? Well, this is a big fucking gun.

  [shoots Dry Eye from under the table] 

  Mickey Pearson : Eyes not so dry now, are they? Hurts, does it? You looking for your balls, or a hole in the wall?

  Dry Eye : [screaming and crawling away]  Fuck!

  Mickey Pearson : Where the fuck do you think you're going? Because you're not going out the way you came in, you deluded duck-eating cunt! Talking to me about the laws of the jungle. What was it? Something about being beneath me? Silver on back? There's only one rule in this fucking jungle! When the lion's hungry, he eats!

  [shoots Dry Eye] 

• Matthew : How does anyone grow fifty tons of super skunk without letting anyone else know how they do it?

  Mickey Pearson : I'm flattered to hear that from you, Matthew. I imagine that big brain of yours is sweating a stream of tears just trying to figure it out.

  Matthew : Brilliance should be acknowledged

• Mickey Pearson : No sooner do I entertain Matthew's offer to buy me out, and reject Dry Eye's offer, does one of my farms get raided.

  Rosalind Pearson : First time ever.

  Mickey Pearson : Doesn't feel like a coincidence, does it?

  Rosalind Pearson : It isn't. There's fuckery afoot.

  Mickey Pearson : How did they find it?

  Ray : I don't know. I'm making inquiries.

• Mickey Pearson : Making a splash with the gentry.

  Matthew : Oh, I like to make a splash whenever possible.

  Mickey Pearson : Well, you also seem to understand the significance of a proper attire.

  Matthew : Indeed I do. I believe a sense of ownership is vital in every aspect of life, perhaps never more so than when it comes to wardrobe. For every look there is a season, and for every season a strategy.

  Fletcher : [voice over]  Now starts the alpha dance. They're not really talking about clothes, Raymond. Oh, f**king no. They're like a pair of old doggies sniffing round one another's intellectual a**holes. It's a good old-fashioned C**k-off, Raymond.

• Mickey Pearson : It's the new gold rush. This is the thin end of a very fat wedge, sir.

  Matthew : If it's such a fat wedge, why don't you keep it?

  Mickey Pearson : You see, I've developed a reputation as a man who came up the hard way. You could say that there's blood on these pretty white hands. But in the new business, once legal and under the jurisdiction of the respectable umbrella of ministerial legitimacy, an enterprise like this will need a face with a clean past, which sadly I do not possess. Retirement doesn't sound so bad. Long walks in the countryside, pruning roses with my better half, raising some cubs. I've earned it.

• Michael Pearson : Any chance?

• Mickey Pearson : [as Mickey walks into the bar]  Bobby.

  Barman : Boss?

  Mickey Pearson : I'll have a pint and a pickled egg.

  Barman : Coming straigt up.

• Mickey Pearson : [narrating]  I you wish to be the king of the jungle, it's not enough to act like a king. you must be the king. There can be no doubt. Because doubt causes chaos and one's own demise.