Terry Abbatt: You're fucking crazy, do you know that? Do you? You've lived half your life and where are you? 5,000 miles from home, in a bankrupt seaside town, on a snide passport, talking shit to a dead man. And what have you got? What have you got? You haven't got a pot to piss in. No money, your wife in hiding in some shithole in Mexico, half crippled by some fucking maniac. All that bollocks you were giving me about you and Joanie. Parker: I meant it. Terry Abbatt: Aw! Fuck you did! Parker: This would be the last time, Terry. Terry Abbatt: Oh Christ, how many times have I heard that? Every villain I've ever known. And how do they end up? Three in a cell in some Victorian Dungeon, or worse, lying dead in the gutter.