Chas: Fuck me, John, you've met Harry Cooper an' walked away in one piece? How? I mean, what's he like.
Constantine: Dogshit. He's pretty much your classic South-London gang lord. Old-fashioned sort, you know. Comes froma days when we woz all in it togevvah, all lookin' out for each other an' at. He's probably got two thousand morons ready to swear blind he's a proper gent an' cor blimey, he loved his old mum... an' one look in that bastard's eyes, and you know he's a fuckin' monster outghta been put down at birth.
—Hellblazer: Son Of Man
There's a reason for Tommy's new-found enthusiasm for firearms. Sooner or later, in unlicensed boxing, you have to meet that reason... Brick Top. (...) It's rumored that his favorite means of dispatch involves a stun gun, a plastic bag, a roll of tape, and a pack of hungry pigs. If you got to deal with him, make sure you don't end up owing him. Then you're in his debt. Which means, you're in his pocket. And once you're in that, you ain't ever coming out...
ARE YOU GONNA FUCKIN' PAY?!! ARE YOU GONNA FUCKIN' PAY?!!
— Barry the Baptist, Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels. For reference, he's interrogating someone by shoving his head into a metal water barrel.
There's no school like the old school, and I'm the fuckin' headmaster.
— Lenny Cole, Rock N Rolla
