Procurator Fiscal: [voice over] This is an unusual case, My Lord. The accused was at an unmanned station under the influence of a strong fortified wine. Railway personnel from some 20 miles away manning security cameras saw him staggering towards the station's edge.
Station Master: [over the speaker in the train station] This is God calling. Get off the fucking track, will you?
Judge: It seems to me, young man, that your profound stupidity is matched only by your good fortune.
Mairi: Now every year about 2% of the spirit is actually lost. It just disappears and evaporates into thin air. Gone forever. It's what we call the "angels' share".
Robbie: Whisky? I've never even tasted whisky.
Robbie: [to his baby son] Luke, I swear on your life, and on mine, that I will never hurt another person as long as I live. That's a promise, wee man.
[kisses the baby]
Leonie: What if Clancy turns up? What about your promise then? Will you walk away?
Robbie: Leonie, if I turn and walk away, or run away, it's not gonna make a difference to me. He's gonna stab me in the back.
Leonie: What is it between you two?
Leonie: His dad fought my dad at school. It's been like this for years, it's just the way it is.
Leonie: The way it is? And will Luke fight his son, too, Robbie?
Robbie: What the fuck is a "Firth"? Dornoch Firth? We'll probably need huskies, maybe even a boat, depending where it is.
Robbie: He used to tell a tale about an Arab smuggler who used to go across the border every day with bags of straw and his donkey. He admitted to the guards he was a smuggler, so every day they used to search him. They couldn't find a thing. And then, once he retired, one of the guards found him one day and says to him, "Right, come on, tell, us. You've gotta tell us now. What have you been smuggling?" The old guy smiles and turns round and says, "Donkeys. I was smuggling donkeys."
Leonie: You're a scamp, Robbie Emmerson. From the first day I saw you.