Peaky Blinders [Season 5, Episode 2]

— You promised the doctor not until after dark.
— Oh, it's pretty dark, Frances.

— In which direction are you heading, Mr Shelby?
— I am my own revolution.

We are the people and we've had enough.

Do you want me to write you a fucking letter? Me and Arthur can't write it down... cos they haven't envented the fucking words. We don't have the fucking words. And the worst thing is... could've stayed at school. But we volunteered. Still don't have the fucking words...

— May Carleton spoke about you the way I imagine one might about a party they barely remember, where you crash the car into the dovecote and live on champagne and cocaine for three whole days. You know, that kind of party.
— Only three days?

Black cat dream is never wrong, brother.