Harold: Move to the car, Billy, or I'll blow your spine off.
Billy: That's not a shooter, is it, Harold?
Harold: Oh don't be silly, Billy. Would I come hunting for you with me fingers?
Casino Manager: It was a good night. Nothing unusual.
Harold: "Nothing unusual," he says! Eric's been blown to smithereens, Colin's been carved up, and I've got a bomb in me casino, and you say nothing unusual?
Harold: It's my manor.
Parky: Not anymore Harold, they're taking it away from you.