Italian Job

Charlie Croker:
It's a very difficult job and the only way to get through it is we all work together as a team. And that means you do everything I say.

Charlie Croker:
Hang on lads, I've got a great idea.

Garage Manager:
You must have shot an awful lot of tigers, sir.

Charlie Croker:
Yes, I use a machine gun.

Charlie Croker:
You're only supposed to blow the bloody doors off!

Charlie Croker:
Just remember this - in this country they drive on the wrong side of the road.

Keats:
They say he's going to do a job in Italy.

Mr Bridger:
Well I hope he likes spaghetti. They serve it four times a day in the Italian prisons...

Mr. Bridger:
We've come here to pay our respects to Great Aunt Nellie. She brought us up properly and taught us loyalty. Now I want you to remember that during these next few days. I also want you to remember that if you don't come back with the goods, Nellie here will turn in her grave, and, likely as not, jump right out of it and kick your teeth in.

'Camp' Freddie:
But Mr. Bridger, what if the Professor's not bent?

Mr Bridger:
Camp Freddie, everyone in the *world* is bent!

Mr Bridger:
You must learn, Keats, there are more things to life than breaking and entering.

Charlie Croker:
This car belongs to the Pakistani ambassador!

Lorna:
It does?

Charlie Croker:
Typical, isn't it? I've been out of jail five minutes, and already I'm in a hot car.

Lorna:
Charlie, I just wanted you to come out in style, baby.

Charlie Croker:
What's the matter.

Coco:
I always get sick in the back.

Charlie Croker:
You are not going to be sick. You are not going to have your migraine. And everybody is gonna sit in the back of the motor!

Charlie Croker:
Bill?

Bill Bailey:
Yes, Charlie?

Charlie Croker:
Bill!

Bill Bailey:
Yes, Charlie?

Charlie Croker:
Burn this for me, will 'ya?

Bill Bailey:
Yes, Charlie.

Charlie Croker:
Oh, Bill?

Bill Bailey:
Yes, Charlie?

Charlie Croker:
Get rid of this, love.

Bill Bailey:
Yes, Charlie.

Charlie Croker:
Mr. Bridger will drive them into the sea.