Shut up, c*nt. You louse. You got some f*ckin' neck ain't you. Retired? F*ck off! You're revolting! Look at your suntan, it's leather, it's like leather man, your skin. We could make a f*cking suitcase out of you. Like a crocodile, fat crocodile, fat bastard. You look like f*cking Idi Amin, you know what I mean? Stay here? You should be ashamed of yourself. Who do you think you are? King of the castle? Cock of the walk?
Gotta love this one!! Must've seen it a dozen times, every one a joy!
Yap, a true modern classic! ... Up there (almost) with the mighty, meditative majesty of "The Hit" in the "Brit Criminals Hit The Costa Del Sol" Gangster Sub-Genre!
Man, who the f*ck knew Gandhi was really such a crazy, wired, murderous, delusional, demented, psychotic, foul-mouthed motherf*cker!! ... No wonder India gained independence from Britland so soon after WWII!!