Chopper: Look, you're not still angry at me about the leg, are you?
Neville Bartos: Nah, forget about it.
Chopper: Because I don't know if you remember, Neville, but I had that bloody shotgun pointed at your head. I reconsidered and dropped it down to your kneecap. Remember?
Neville Bartos: Forget about it. All right?
Chopper: I mean, what the bloody hell were you doing getting lippy at me with a bloody shotgun? I had a bloody loaded shotgun.
Neville Bartos: The leg is okay, all right?
Chopper: No, I did not drive him to the hospital! Do I look like Mother Teresa to you?
Chopper: He couldn't knock the fluff off a cappuccino.
Chopper: You don't much like me, do you Keithy?
Mandy: Jimmy and the boys are bringing the car. You help set up the big fellow, it'll make you a star.
Sammy the Turk: They said they had it farmed out, they had it ghosted. But when I walked out the door, they just left me posted.
Jimmy Loughnan: The gun was for real, it was not a lark. But the twit took him out to the wrong car park.
Chopper: Silly boys, that's all that Chopper had to say, and poor little Sammy got blown away.
Chopper: Jimmy, if you keep stabbing me, you're going to kill me.
Chopper: Look, all I can tell you is what I've already told Mister Beasley: none of us saw anything. It was just one of those things: Bluey Barnes was reading a magazine; Ambrose Hatcheson was taking a piss; Johnny Price was washing his hands; Jimmy Loughnan was watching a bullant crawl across the table, and I was watching Jimmy watching the bullant.
Chopper: Aw, look. The bloke's been my best mate since 1975. We've had our fall-outs from time to time. It's no big deal. It's like... if your mum stabbed you.
Chopper: You've probably read all the newspaper stories about me, and you've heard the word on the street about me, and you've probably got a picture in your head of what Chopper Read's like and we're sitting here at this bar all very nice and cosy and I'm a bit of a let down to you.
Chopper: Beethoven had his critics too, Keithy, see if you can name three of them.
(Keithy continues walking back and forth, confused)
Chopper: That's right, you can't.
Keith Read: I just saw on the TV that a man was shot at Bojangles. I thought it was you.
Chopper: Well, it couldn't have been me, could it? Else I wouldn't be standing here.
Chopper: Look. The bloke's been me best mate since 1975. We've had our fallouts from time to time, it's no big deal. Y'know, it's like... if ya mum stabs ya, whaddya do? Y-ya don't get upset. Ya don't get angry, ya go, "Shit, mum's stabbed me, I better get off to the hospital."
Detective Cooney: We know you didn't shoot the Turk.
Chopper: I just told you I shot the Turk.
Detective Downie: They've picked up the bloke that did it.
Chopper: What fucking bloke that did it? *I* did it.
Detective Downie: No, Homicide have picked up the guy, right? They've even got the murder weapon.
Chopper: What murder weapon?
Detective Cooney: .410 shotgun.
Chopper: (Pulls out his shotgun) Here. This bloody .410 shotgun.
Detective Downie: Put it away, Mark. Just put the bloody thing away. This thing's a .410. Fine, it's a .410. There's a fucking million .410s out there. That's not the .410 that did it.
Chopper: (incredulous) You don't want this? It's a fucking murder weapon!
Chopper: I used to be Chopper Read. Now I can't even get arrested in this bloody town.
Chopper: Even Beethoven had his critics. See if you can name three of them.
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