Peaky Blinders [Season 4, Episode 1]

— Thomas Shelby.
— My hand was blood.
— Oh, mine too.

— Are you coming back?
— Nothing to come back to.

— How's Arthur?
— For Christmas, get him a sewing kit... so he can sew his fucking balls back on.

— We're going back, Johnny. Back to Small Heath.
— Back where you belong. You're the wild gypsy boy forever, Tommy.

— It gets much warmer than here in the summer. Much colder in the winter.
— I knew it.
— But parts of it are just like Birmingham.
— Yeah. Shit and smoke are the same everywhere.

— Look, it's the Mafia, all right? This is the New York Mafia we're talking about.
— And we're the Peaky fucking Blinders.
— No, we're not, John. We're not the Peaky fucking Blinders unless we're together.
— You were together on the gallows, with one man missing.