Old Man at Bar:
[Johnny Quid takes Old Man's drink and swigs]
Oi, that's my drink.
Pete:
Fuck you, sing-along.
[Johnny Quid gives the Old Man the finger]
Pete:
You're no help, and stop calling me Pedro.
[Old Man grabs bottle to fight]
Johnny Quid:
[Johnny Quid turns to face him, crazy-eyed]
Come on then, boy. I'll have you and your girlfriends. I'll do the lot of yas.
[Johnny Quid points a sharpened pencil at the Old Man]
Johnny Quid:
Do I not look like a pothouse? Six foot down the bar. Go on, jog on, walk on, goodbye, bon voyage, fuck off.
[Group of old men turn away]
Johnny Quid:
Was I good or what, Pete?
Pete:
Yeah.
Johnny Quid:
It's all in the eyes. Junkies, I shit them.
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