RocknRolla2008

Pete:
Go on, John. Jog it on.

Johnny Quid:
[staring at the painting, sighs] I can't, Pete. The painting's got me. That's what art does to you, it gets you.

Pete:
You'd get a good few notes for that.

Johnny Quid:
You wouldn't understand.

Pete:
Why not?

Johnny Quid:
Because you are street scum, Pete. You're in need of a good education, that's what you need. But your dad didn't give a sh*t about you, did he? And that's why you're on the gear; the gear is your surrogate father.

Pete:
What's this, shrink-time?

Johnny Quid:
Come on, Pedro! I'm your sponsor...doctor...I'll be your dad if you feel a bit of regression coming on. But first we need a drink in our hands.