Ben Kingsley credited as playing...
Don Logan
- Don: Shut up, cunt. You louse. You got some fuckin' neck, ain't you? Retired? Fuck off, you're revolting. Look at your suntan, it's leather, it's like leather man, your skin. We could make a fucking suitcase out of you. Like a crocodile, fat crocodile, fat bastard. You look like fucking Idi Amin, you know what I mean? Stay here? You should be ashamed of yourself. Who do you think you are? King of the castle? Cock of the walk?
- [He gut-punches Gal]
- Don: What you think this is the wheel of fortune? You think you can make your dough and fuck off? Leave the table? Thanks, Don, see you, Don, off to sunny Spain now, Don, fuck off, Don! Lying in your pool like a fat blob laughing at me, you think I'm gonna have that? You really think I'm gonna have that, ya ponce. All right, I'll make it easy for you. God knows you're fucking trying. Are you gonna do the job? It's not a difficult question, are you gonna do the job, yes or no?
- Aitch: Problem with the plane, Don?
- Don: What's that? What'd you fucking say, cunt? What? Problem? Fucking problem? No, mate, no. No fucking problem with the plane, cunt. The fucking plane was fine. Fucking plane was alright. Fucking plane was perfect. It's you! You're the problem! You're the fucking problem, you fucking Dr White honkin' jam-rag fucking spunk-bubble! I'm telling you, Aitch, you keep looking at me I'm gonna put you in the fucking ground, I promise you!
- Don: But quite frankly your attitude appals me. It's not what you're saying. It's all this stuff you're not saying. Insinnuendos.
- Don: Yeah, that's what I said. There's me putting my bag up in the cupboard next thing ya know, I feel hands on me. Someone's touched me, touched my front... my front bottom. I can't believe it, I've gone all cold. I look around, he standing there isn't he? That steward with the guilty look on his face. I was shocked, I didn't know what to say. I had to sit down, I was that perturbed. Then his mate, the other one who was giving us all lessons on what we do if we land in the sea. How to wear your life jacket etc; He starts off, he starts looking at my all funny... suggestive. Now I don't know if they're wanting me for a twosome or something, I don't know how they work it. But I'll tell you what, it scared me. I was shaking like a leaf, so without thinking I lit up a cigarette to calm me nerves. I was trembling, I was very emotional and that when all the rest of it happened. It's very regrettable. Now, I don't want to kick up a fuss, right, press charges... contact the British embassy. I'd rather not pursue those chanells, that's not my style. I'm not that sort of a bloke. I don't want to lose the man his job. Man's got to eat. And I'm sure he's not representive of all you Spanish people. But I would appreciate it if you had a word with him, let him know he's been rumbled. The one with the ginger hair.
- Don: Not this time, Gal. Not this time. Not this fucking time. No. No no no no no no no no no! No! No no no no no no no no no no no no no! No! Not this fucking time! No fucking way! No fucking way, no fucking way, no fucking way! You've made me look a right cunt!
- Don: I love you, Gal. You're lovable. Big lovable bloke. Loveable lump. Loveable lummox. Gal Dove, party boy. Big oaf.
- Don: You're on two per cent, two and a half, maybe even three. Depends on the usual bumflufferies. It's not about the money with you and me is it, Gal? It's the charge, it's the bolt, it's the buzz, it's the sheer fuck off-ness of it all. Am I right?
- Don: Friday. The Grosvenor. You'll be there.
- Gal: I won't.
- Don: You will. I told Ted you're doing it. Don't you show me up.
- Gal: No, I won't be there.
- Don: You will. You're Mr. Roundtree.
- Gal: No.
- Don: Yes, Roundtree.
- Gal: No.
- Don: Yes, Grosvenor.
- Gal: No, Don.
- Don: Friday!
- Gal: I won't be there.
- Don: You will!
- Gal: No, Don.
- Don: Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!
- Don: I fucked Jackie. Dirty cow. During what we were doing, she tried to stick her finger up my bum. I nearly hit the roof, you can imagine. I mean, what have you got to think of a woman who'd want to do that?
- Don: You ever worked in an office?
- Jackie: No.
- Don: Nice telephone voice. I've worked in an office. I was 17. Does that surprise you?
- Deedee Dove: What, that you were 17?
- Don: [slow malevolent head turn] You got very nice eye, Deedee. Never noticed them before. They real?