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Turkish:
[narrating] Now, there was a problem with pikeys or gypsies …

Mickey:
What're ya doin' here? Get out of the way, man. [babbling and speaking quickly]

Turkish:
[narrating] … you can't really understand much of what's being said.

Mickey:
You Tommy? Come about the caravan?

Tommy:
Mr. O'Neill.

Mickey:
F***, man, call me Mickey.

Turkish:
[narrating] It's not Irish, It's not English …

Tommy:
How are ya?

Mickey:
Weather's been kind, [starts babbling].

Turkish:
[narrating] It's just, well, you know, It's just, pikey.

[Gorgeous George gets out of the car]

Mickey:
F*** me! Would you just look the size of him? How big are ya? Hey kids, how big is he?

Pikey Kid:
Big enough man, fer sure.

Mickey:
'Ey Ma, come and look at the size of this fella. Bet you can box a lil', can't ya, sir? Ah, you look lak a boxer.

Mrs O'Neill:
Get outta the way, Mickey. See if these fellas'd like a drink.

Tommy:
Oh, I could murder one.

Mrs O'Neill:
Be no more murdering done 'round 'ere, I don't mind telling ya.