“Let me tell you about Hatchet Harry. Once there was this geezer called Smithy Robinson, who worked for Harry. It was rumoured that he was on the take. Harry's invited Smithy 'round for explanation. Smithy didn't do a very good job. Within a minute, Harry's lost his rag. Reached out for the nearest thing at hand, which happened to be a 15-inch black rubber cock. He's then proceeded to batter poor Smithy to death with it. Now, that was seen as a pleasant way to go. Hence, Hatchet Harry is the man you pay if you owe.”
“Anyway, fuck it. The battle is over and the war is won.”
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“No, fuck that. You can think about it. I am panicking and I'm off.”
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“[To Tom about the guns] So, the only thing connecting us to the case is in the back of your car, which is parked outside?”
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“They're lacking in criminal credibility, ain't they? I might get laughed at.”
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“There's no money, there's no weed. It's all been replaced by a pile of corpses.”
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