Jesus, that wasn't too bad, was it? When the bottle in my arse has contracted, I'll let...

Tom: [after having just robbed Dog and his crew] Jesus, that wasn't too bad, was it? Soap: When the bottle in my arse has contracted, I'll let you know. Eddie: Bacon, see what we've got. Bacon: Let's have a butcher's, eh? [as he inspects their loot] Bacon: We've hit the jackpot, lads! We've got God-knows-how-much of this stinking weed, a shitload of cash... and a traffic warden. Tom: What? [Bacon holds up an unconscious man] Tom: Jesus, Ed, we've got a traffic warden! Bacon: I think he's still alive - he's got claret coming out of him somewhere. What did they want with a traffic warden? Eddie: I don't know, but I don't think we need him! Knock him out and dump him at the lights! Bacon: Knock him out? What'd ya mean, knock him out? Knock him out with what? Eddie: I don't know! Use your imagination! [Bacon punches the Traffic Warden, who moans in pain] Tom: Don't touch him up! Knock him out! Bacon: I'll knock you out in a minute! Look, you want to knock him out? *You* knock him out. Eddie: I fucking hate traffic wardens. [after a pause, Tom and Eddie jump into the back of the van with Bacon; all three proceed to batter the Traffic Warden senseless]