There is no rest for me in this world. Perhaps in the next.
In the end, it’s God who pulls that f***ing trigger anyway. We don’t get to decide who lives and who dies, Finn. Not us. You just have to flick a switch.
Tommy, when a pikey walks in with hair like that, you’ve got to ask yourself, “Have I made a mistake?”[about Aberama Gold]
When you’re dead already, you’re free.
The problem, right, between rum and gin, is that gin, right, it leads to the melancholy. Whereas rum incites violence, it also allows you to be liberated from your self-doubt.
Sweetheart, whatever you’ve heard, I don’t need to make threats.[to Jessie]
Maybe it’s in us. It’s with Shelbys. It’s in our Gypsy blood. We live somewhere between life and death, waiting to move on. And in the end, we accept it. We shake hands with the devils and we walk past them.[to Tommy]
I’m not a traitor to my class. I am just an extreme example of what a working man can achieve.
Watch now on:
Five for peace, two for truce, one abstention. Let’s get on with the war.
Men don’t have the strategic intelligence to conduct a war between families. Men are less good at keeping secrets out of their lies.
We’ve kept each other alive. But I didn’t just put my head through that window. I climbed through it. First I thought it was madness, but no. When you’ve put your head out of that window, you can do anything you want. Because there are no rules. Because there are no risks.[about her and Tommy]
