Brighton's a small club, I'll give you that. Bloody midgets! But at least we'd be...

Peter Taylor: Brighton's a small club, I'll give you that. Brian Clough: Bloody midgets! Peter Taylor: But at least we'd be together! You and me, Brian. We can build them up. Make them our own, like we did with Hartlepools, like we did with Derby... Brian Clough: And then what? Bottle again soon as it comes to the big time? That's always been the trouble with you, Pete. No ambition. Peter Taylor: That's the trouble with you, Brian. Too much ambition. Too much greed, too much everything! Brian Clough: Yeah, you knock it, but it's done you proud over the years, hasn't it? My ambition. Without me, you'd still be in Burton bloody Albion. Peter Taylor: Yes, and without you, I'd still have a job in Derby! A job and a home that I love. Oh, yes, you're the shop window, I grant you that. The razzle and the bloody dazzle. But I'm the goods in the back! Without me, without somebody to save you from yourself, Brian fucking Clough, you're not just half. You're nothing! Brian Clough: I'm nothing? I'm nothing? Don't make me laugh. What does that make you then, Taylor? Something? You're half of nothing! Nothing's parasite! A big fat pilot fish that feeds on nothing. A bloody nobody! The forgotten man! History's fucking afterthought!