Character: Thomas Shelby (Shelby Thomas)

- I like gin. You call me, sipping the opium of the bubble.
Is from the pain. And to keep warm.
- Why you need warmth? Warm...
All this time...
I know. Our love is still alive...

- So, how quickly did you realize that I'm not dead?
- You wrote me a letter, Alfie.

- She just stepped into the channel. Three days I stopped her, but she did it anyway.
She said, why?
- Nothing intelligible.
- What vague?
She said that the Roma made the nails for the cross of the Lord, that is why we are cursed forever. So you need to roam, otherwise the wine will catch up to you. <...> Then she was gone. I was in love with her, Tom. No one knew about it. My heart was torn when I got. You know, your grandfather is gone as well - he committed suicide. Sometimes it is transmitted in families. To hell with family, whether you need to move on. You are Gypsies, you need to migrate, otherwise it will catch up to you.

You're still in business, Tommy. You don't have Margate to blame.
- No. And I'm not interested to shoot gulls.
- Shoot the Ministers much better?

He said that it is the will of God. But you're not God.
- No, I'm not God... Yet.

- Will you be back?
- Nothing to return.

Thomas Shelby.
My hands are covered in blood.
- Oh, mine too.

- You will stand on the stage, when this deranged gunman under the cocaine will be aiming at the person a meter away from you?
- Welcome to the family, Oberma.

- You know, sometimes at night, I think that continuing makes no sense.
Is the old record. I'm putting out a cigar, and an hour later want another. Sometimes a bridge between very slim and still use it.

- You make an Alliance with a fascist. I made inquiries among the worst people in white Hall and found out that you do not make an Alliance. You're spying on him. Why?
To be honest, I don't know.
Do you dig in your garden, Mr. Shelby? <...> There is a certain kind of weed that you can arbitrarily weeding, poison, but he will rise again. As a result, to get rid of them, you can only plow the top layer of soil, and lay bare the roots. We did it in France. But when I hear the speech of the Mosley, I see the germs of a new war breaking at his feet. And you see what I mean. That's why you are against it.

- You are happy to give intelligent answers to those who are by birth above you?
- The person must prove that he is taller than me. But not a birth certificate, I don't have it and for me they mean nothing.

Mr. Mosley is waiting for proposals regarding those on whom you can rely on in London.
In my opinion, the most talented organizer in the South, it's Alfie Solomons.
- He's dead. And he was a Jew. According to the views of our boss, he was dead less important than the fact that he was a Jew.

Don't listen to the opinions of my sister about me. They are always full of hope and, therefore, always wrong.

You are a soldier I'm a soldier. In our country there are individuals willing to kill to meet them without fear.