The Krays1990

George Cornell:
Well, well, well, all the pretty boys together, eh?

Steve:
Piss off, Cornell.

George Cornell:
How's your boyfriend, lately? Still in tears over his auntie?

Steve:
You wanna watch your mouth.

George Cornell:
You what?

Steve:
I said, you wanna your mouth.

George Cornell:
[grabbing him] Poofs don't warn anyone! You listening? You tell your fat poof friend he doesn't scare me! Oh, he's bringing over his Yankee friends from America, getting ideas a bit above his station, inn'he? Well, tell him he can own all he likes, but he's still tied to his mother's apron strings. OK? Goodnight, girls.

[he leaves]

Steve's Friend:
You gonna tell Ron?

Steve:
I don't think I'm gonna have to. Half the f***ing pub heard him.