Dom Hemingway

Dom Hemingway:
You f***er! My betrothed. You're nothing but a pestilence, an uphill gardener with a weak chin. You're a filthafising thief, that's what you are. You think you can steal from me? From me? From Dom Hemingway?

Dom Hemingway:
Oh, my head is throbbing. It's f***in' throbbin', Dickie. Like a disco in my head. Like a f***ing Manila disco full of transvestites and suckling pigs.

Dom Hemingway:
Fontaine better have a well-stocked bar.

Dickie Black:
He was raised in a Russian orphanage and kills people for a living. Of course he has a well-stocked bar.

Lestor:
See, there is a part of me that wants to put you in the trunk of my sister's Prius, drive you up to Canvey Island and bury you up to your thick f***ing neck, cover your fat f***ing face in hamburger patties and let the creatures of the night eat you to death while I watch.

Paolina:
I don't know who this man is.

Dom Hemingway:
Oh. I'll tell you who I am. I'm the f***er who'll tear your nose off with my teeth. I'm the f***er who will gut you with a dull cheese knife and sing Gilbert and Sullivan while I do it. I'm the f***er who'll dump your dead body in a freezing cold lake and watch you sink to the bottom like so much sh*t. I am that f***er. That's the f***er who I am.

Dom Hemingway:
I should f***ing kill you, but I fancy a pint instead.

Dickie Black:
[referring to girl on bike] Dom, I know what you're thinking, but that's Fontaine's property.

Dom Hemingway:
Property is a relative term for a thief.

Hugh:
Whatever happened to you it sure wasn't pretty.

Dom Hemingway:
Misfortune. Misfortune befell me.

Dom Hemingway:
I'm Dom. Dom is English for "unlucky son of a b*tch".

Evelyn:
You look like sh*t, but at least you're standing up, so that's an improvement.

Dom Hemingway:
And that, my friends, is how you open a safe!

Dom Hemingway:
I seen death. I seen evil. I seen fire. I seen rain. I seen lonely days I thought would never end. You don't f***ing scare me! I f*** you!