Intermission

Sally:
You stay right there, I'll go. There's a smell of adultery in here.

Lehiff:
You shouldn't have pissed on my leg.

Mr. Henderson:
...I will TCB, as they say in the States. I will "take care of business."

Lehiff:
'Cause when there's something there...

Café Waitress:
Some chemistry.

Lehiff:
Right! Who knows where the sparks will lead? An' a fella like myself, a stranger could just be a bit of fun in the sack, no more than that. Or, and it's not that crazy, your soul mate, eh?

Café Waitress:
Yeah, you've got a point.

Lehiff:
On the otherhand, I could just be a thief or something.

Café Waitress:
What do you mean?

Lehiff:
Some villain, just waiting for my chance to

Lehiff:
smack your jaw and rob the register while the place is empty.

Lehiff:
But this is the thing of it, see. You just never know...

Lehiff:
what's gonna happen.

Sally:
Have I got a ronnie?

Mick:
A what?

Sally:
A ronnie, moustache, like?

Mick:
Show.

Mick:
Well you're no Tom Selleck, but -

Sally:
Ah, go f*** yourself.

Deirdre:
Might's not definite, is it?

John:
No.

Deirdre:
It's a vague enough term at best.

John:
You don't just took up when the next fellow walks by!

Jerry Lynch:
This is what separates the men from the faggots.

Lehiff:
That's f***ing delish, man!

Lehiff:
Flat-footed, fat f***ing f*ggot.

Jerry Lynch:
You just don't have the requisite Celtic soul, man.