Matt Buckner: What are you talkin' about, baseball is a girl's game? The Red Sox has a guy that pitches the ball over 90 miles per hour.
Pete Dunham: Who cares? All that means is that he can have a wank faster than you.
Steve Dunham: There comes a time when the best reputation you can have is with your family.
Matt Buckner: You know the best part? It isn't knowing that your friends have your back. It's knowing that you have your friends' back.
Pete Dunham: You don't run, not when you're with us... You stand your ground and fight.
Matt Buckner: I've never lived closer to danger, but I've never felt safer. I've never felt more confident, and people could spot it from a mile away. And as for this, the violence? I gotta be honest - it grew on me. Once you've taken a few punches and realise you're not made of glass, you don't feel alive unless you're pushing yourself as far as you can go.
Keith: So he's a Yank, and an undercover "journo", looks like we'll have to give the boy two funerals.
Pete Dunham: Tommy! Don't you wanna finish me off then?
Tommy Hatcher: You're already finished little Petey! The NTO will take care of you in a minute you mug.
Pete Dunham: We didn't kill your son Tommy! you DID! You should have protected him mate! He was your son.
Tommy Hatcher: Don't you talk about my fuckin son! don't talk about MY fuckin SON.
Matt Buckner: Pete Dunham's life taught me there's a time to stand your ground, and his death taught me there's a time to walk away.
Matt Buckner: Was that a terrorist attack? What happened here?
Shannon Dunham: Welcome to match-day madness. Tottenham was in town last night.
Shannon Dunham: Once he finds out his golden boy got kicked out of Harvard, he'll dive headfirst into an empty swimming pool.
Pete Dunham: Fuck it, I will take you with me. You might learn something.
Matt Buckner: About soccer?
Pete Dunham: No mate. Not about soccer, and FOR fuck sake, stop saying soccer.
