Character: Alfie Solomons (Alfie Solomons)

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

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 mixed religion, for the absolute atheist. He was adopted by Satan himself, but he returned it out of fear that he'll hurt his awkwardness.

If you pull that trigger, right, you pull it for some damn good reason. As an honest man, not like some damn civilian who does not understand the evil ways of our world, mate.

I want him recognized that he who fights by the sword, from him hell and die!

In London, talking like you're walking on the night streets of Birmingham naked, throwing money and talk to dead people. And yet, what are you so brazen that they think it is possible to cause the Jews to the house of the countryside where you live, and tell them what prices to put.
- Well, you came.
- Maybe I was just passing by?

Your housekeeper said that you suffer from so many old wounds still active life, that your head is like a broken vase, on which sat ass horse.

- Peaky blinders unmanageable.
- Totally out of control - came through the channel and spread as gonorrhea.

- I then painted all costs associated with the elimination of a dear friend. So, usually eliminating costs five hundred pounds, but you will have to add another hundred as Tommy Shelby, like me, belongs to the oppressed. You also need to throw another hundred, because his brother a wild beast and he'll come for me. And, in addition, will have to add another hundred pounds, because you, my friend, you fucking wop. And you, too. Moreover, we have a pretty dirty business, as I have already mentioned. I need five hundred pounds, because as I said, Tommy Shelby is my very very close friend. The amount here in black and white, please.
Mr. Solomons, I'll be honest with you, I'm not asking you to kill someone, I have the right people. You will hold my boys and put ringside as seconds.
- To be my seconds, they first have to be Jews. And for this they need to change their innate Italian arrogance against the Jewish spirit of absolute confidence. My good friend Thomas Shelby will notice the difference.
- Now in our old homeland of Italy, the Jews your countrymen, forced to pretend to be Italians.
- You will have to add another hundred for their brutality.
- You'll bring my men in Birmingham?
- Another condition. Your boys have to get circumcised, and that peaky blinders check it out.