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Turkish:
Well, do you want to do it?

Mickey:
That depends.

Turkish:
On what?

Mickey:
On you buying this caravan. Ah, not the rouge one, the rose.

Turkish:
It's not the same caravan.

Mickey:
It's not the same fight.

Turkish:
It's twice the f***ing size of the last one.

Mickey:
The fight is twice the size. And me ma still needs a caravan. I like to look after me ma. It's a fair deal. Take it.

Turkish:
Mickey, you're lucky we aren't worm food after your last performance. Buying a tart's mobile palace is a little f***ing rich.

[Realizes his mistake as the gypsies stare threateningly at him]

Turkish:
I wasn't calling your mum a tart. I just meant …

Mickey:
Save your breath for cooling your porridge. Now look: She wants the Hector-2 roof lights, uh... the stylish ash-framed furniture and the scatter cushions with the matching shag pile covering.

[Turkish and Tommy look at each other with confusion]

Mickey:
Right. And she's terribly partial to the periwinkle blue. Have I made myself clear, lads?

Turkish:
Yeah, that's perfectly clear, Mickey, yeah. Just give me one minute to confer with my colleague.

[Turns to Tommy]

Turkish:
Did you understand a single word of what he just said?