Bad Boy. Sol. Easy. No, it's a moissanite. A what-in-ite? A moissanite is an artificial...

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.