Quotes from Robert Carlyle movies and TV shows

Malachy: It's poor I am. It's unlucky I am. But it's useless I am not.

Mrs. Leibowitz: What is it, Malachy?
Malachy: It's a beautiful wee girl, Mrs. Liebowitz! After four boys, can you believe it? A wee girl.

Durza: I expected you to be more... more... well, more.

Durza: It is said that as a Rider takes his last breath, he can hear the dying screams of his dragon.

Gaz: Oh, fucking hell, Nath! They're 20 quid each them.

Gaz: I've got a degree in ass wiggling, mate.

Gaz: Told 'ya, robbing pipes, that's all.
Police officer: Gary, my friend, no bugger robs pipes in the buff.
Gaz: We do. Don't get your clothes dirty, do you?
Police officer: Oh well, don't fret, gents. There's a right good laundry in Wakefield Prison.

Gaz: Y' know Dave, it's a thought.
Gerald: Ha! I could just see Little and Large prancing around Sheffield with their widges hanging out. Now that would be worth 10 quid.
Gaz: Don't be so bloody daft. We were just saying.
Gerald: Widges on parade! Bring your own microscope.

Gaz: I need an audience.
Dave: You need a doctor.

Gaz: So, uh, Horse... What can you do?
Horse: I dunno, really... Let's see, there's the, uh... The bump, the stomp, the bus stop... Me breakdancing days are probably over, but there's always the funky chicken.

Barney: I'm 50 yrs old, got nothing to show for it. Live in this shitey flat/ not had a ride since Shakin Stephens had a number one, a mother who sticks her claws in like an old buzzard. A man by rights should live to reach his full potential and have a kick at the ball.

Lacey - S2-E19

Mr. Gold: She now thinks she's a scantily clad barfly named Lacey. She has a false life, like you did under the curse with Kathryn, only hers apparently involves a lot more alcohol.

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Chance: Does that hurt?
Plunkett: Only when I laugh.

Rich Prisoner: Care to express an opinion, sir?
Will Plunkett: Yeah. You've got more money than brains.

Macleane: What rhymes with Rebecca?
Plunkett: Pecker. How's your old, uh...?
Macleane: Ah. Much better. Thank you.
Plunkett: Good.
Macleane: Yes. You know, I think it's actually got bigger, if you can imagine such a thing.
Plunkett: I'd rather not.

Father MacAvoy: God, I need a drink.
Lai Lai Zhen: You drink too much, and your eyes give you away. You damage your liver.
Father MacAvoy: That's just perfect. That's just exactly what I need. Health advice from a hit man.

Renard: Welcome to my nuclear family.

James Bond: You would commit suicide for her?
Renard: You forget. I'm already dead.
James Bond: Haven't you heard? So is she.