May Carleton

— Thomas Shelby from where?
— From Birmingham.
— Goodness!..
— No, not much.

— Mick is the best horseman in England.
— He likes to waste money, I know that. According to the reports I've been given, you're spending two pound a month on worming powder.
— What? You want a horse with worms?
— Horses get worms from the water trough. Put goldfish in them, they eat the worm eggs.
— Goldfish? It'll be a gypsy thing, is it?
— No. It's an accounting thing. Goldfish cost a penny each.

Peaky Blinders

Season 2

— Here's your carriage. You can catch at 7.15 train.
— I thought there was a strike.
— What gave you that idea?
— My God...
— I know. The bad I can't help. I wanted you to stay. Normally, I get me own way. Losing, occasionally, makes me worse.

— You're a businessman, Tommy. A good one. If only you could...
— If only i could what? "If only i could change?" Go on, say it. If only you could change the bad. And "the good" is laying off a thousand men, which i do, like a good businessman. And i do it like that, and people go hungry. And the bad, the bad's a fucking win on the horses and a gun and some fucking self-respect. You fucking people.

— ...the half of London already thinks that I'm fucking a racketeer. Laughing about it. Laying on bets about when you'll steal the silver. You think your people are ruthless? Try mine.
— So that's why you carry on, eh? Because you can't back down.

environment, surroundings

gangsters

stubbornness

You've lost your wife... and now your brother, too. I thought it would make you different. But it doesn't seem to change you. Nothing seems to change you.

— Now, do you have a map? Of the house. Do you have a map? Because I'm not going to be able to find my way in the dark. You see, at midnight, I'm going to leave my wing and I'm going to come find you. And I'm going to turn the handle of your bedroom door without making a sound and none of the maids will know.
— You don't know maids.
— They hear a pin drop?
— If there's a man in the house, they listen. They take turns.
— So, let them listen.

— I said i would wait.
— The man you're waiiting doesn't exist...

— Do you have engine oil? Before I set off for Birmingham, the car needs oil.
— I'm sure my husband kept some in the garage. I can get someone to do it.
— This evening or tomorrow?
— Well, we're so far from anywhere, people usually stay over. Especially before cars, when it was just carriages, people used to stay over all the time.
— But I have a car.
— Yes.
— And you have engine oil.

I put all his {the husband} photos in a drawer and locked it... As if that was going to make a difference. I'm like a fucking lighthouse keeper... Out here on my own... Keeping his flame burning. But, of course, when anyone sees a lighthouse they steer clear, don't they?