Ewen Bremner credited as playing...
Mullet
- Bullet Tooth Tony: I want to know who blagged Brick-Top's bookies.
- Mullet: Do me a favor, Ton!
- Bullet Tooth Tony: I will do you a favor, Mullet. I'll not get out of this car and bash the living fuck out of you in front of all your girlfriends.
- [Mullet hunkers down to the car window]
- Mullet: Got to make it worth my while, mate. Jesus, Tony, you know that...
- [Tony seizes his tie and rolls up the window, wedging Mullet's head in it]
- Bullet Tooth Tony: Comfortable, Mullet? It seems sadly ironic that it's that tie that's got you into this pickle. Now you just take all the time you want.
- [He starts the car forward]
- Mullet: What the fuck are you doing, Ton?
- Bullet Tooth Tony: I'm driving down the street with your head stuck in my window. What do you think I'm doing, you pen-ass?
- Mullet: Slow down, Ton.
- Bullet Tooth Tony: [sniffs] You been using dogshit for toothpaste, Mullet?
- Mullet: Slow down, Ton! Slow down, Tony!
- Bullet Tooth Tony: I don't think I'll slow down. I think I'll speed up. You can play some music if you like.
- [He turns on the radio; Madonna's "Lucky Star" is playing]
- Bullet Tooth Tony: Oh, I love this track.
- Mullet: I think...
- Bullet Tooth Tony: Yes, Mullet?
- Mullet: I think it's two black guys, in a pawn shop on Smith street.
- Bullet Tooth Tony: You better not be telling me porky pies.
- Mullet: I'm fucking telling you, it's two black guys who work off a pawn shop in fucking Smith Street!
- Avi: That's very effective, Tony. It's not too subtle, but effective.
- [Tony accelerates and turns toward Smith Street]
- Avi: Are we taking him with us?
- [Tony rolls down the window, releasing Mullet's head and dumping him on the roadside]
- Bullet Tooth Tony: All right, Mullet?
- [Mullet freezes, then swallows and turns around]
- Mullet: How you doin', Tony? You all right, mate?
- Bullet Tooth Tony: Ooh, nice tie.
- Mullet: I heard you weren't about much these days, Tony.
- Bullet Tooth Tony: What do you know? Still warm, the blood that courses through my veins. Unlike yours, Mullet.