Archie: People ask the question... What's a RocknRolla? And I tell 'em - it's not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, other the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he's different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot.
Archie: If a slap don't work, you cut 'em or you pay 'em, but you keep your receipts, cos this ain't the Mafia.
Rocker: You've got on the hat. Why not just pull something out of it.
Mickey: My hat is deep and full of magic. I got rabbits, handkerchiefs, and ladies of the pole drinking Black Label. I got smoke machines, bubble machines, I even got love marines, and still the hat goes deeper. All right? But there AIN'T no mothafuckin' dry ice.
Rocker: Okay. You made your point. But tomorrow, might be quite nice to have some dry ice.
Mumbles: If I could be half the human being Bob is at the cost of being a puff, I'd have to think about it. Not for very long, but I'd have to pause.