Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels1998

Barry the Baptist:
(points at Gary's hair) Oi, is your hair supposed to look like that? Alright, short stuff?

Dean:
Never mind short stuff. Listen, the next time we do a job like this we gonna want more money Barry, or we are going back to post offices and cars, f*** that. (opens the trunk with the guns)

Barry the Baptist:
Where's the others?

Dean:
There we no others.

Barry the Baptist:
Stop f***ing around. The others, the old ones?

Dean:
I don't know what you mean.

Barry the Baptist:
There were two old guns there. Where're they now?

Dean:
Not in the cabinet there wasn't. There was a couple of old hammer-lock muskets the butler was carrying, but they were ours - were sold 'em!

Barry the Baptist:
Well you better un-sell 'em, sharpish.

Dean:
We had to sell 'em, we needed the money!

Barry the Baptist:
I'm not f***ing interested! If you don't want to be countin' the fingers you haven't got, or sharing a bed with the Anti-Christ, I want those guns! QUICK!

Dean:
...Alright, Barry. Calm down. We'll get them, alright?

Barry the Baptist:
Now f*** off, you scouse c*nts!