I want you to hold up a bookies

Vinny:

[Vinny brings a dog into the shop while Sol is examining a diamond for Bad Bay Lincoln]
Bad Boy. Sol. Bad Boy Lincoln:
Easy. Sol:
No, it's a moissanite. Bad Boy Lincoln:
A what-in-ite? Sol:
A moissanite is an artificial diamond, Lincoln. It's Mickey Mouse, mate. Spurious. Not genuine. And it's worth... fuck-all. [he hands back the stone] Vinny:
Bad Boy, I keep tellin' ya, stick to being a gangster. Leave this game to me and Sol. Bad Boy Lincoln:
Laters. [he walks out] Sol:
What is that, Vince? Vinny:
This is a dog, Sol. Sol:
You are NOT bringing that thing in here. Vinny:
What's your problem? It's only a fucking dog. Sol:
Where did you get it? Vinny:
The gyppos. Here. [he tosses Sol a bag] Vinny:
They threw it in with a load of moody gold. You know gyppos, Sol. They're always throwing dogs in with deals. Sol:
Well, it better not be dangerous. [Vinny takes the dog off its leash] Sol:
What do you think you're doing now? Vinny:
Well, I want him to get used to the shop, don't I? [Boris opens the door and walks in; the dog runs out and Vinny takes off after it] Vinny:
Oi! Oi, stop the dog! Come back here! Sol:
All right, Boris? Don't worry about the dog. Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov:
I'm not. Sol:
What can I do for you, Boris? Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov:
I have a job for you. Sol:
I already have a job. Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov:
Fifty grand for half day's work. Sol:
Go on. Boris 'The Blade' Yurinov:
I want you to hold up a bookies