One of my favourite scenes ever: the “cockney rhyme“ demonstration from Guy Ritchie’s Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels

I know Rory. He’s not to be underestimated. He’s a funny-looking fucker, I know. You’ve got to look past the hair and cute cuddly thing. It’s a deceptive façade. A few nights ago his roger iron busted. He’s gone down the battle cruiser to watch the football. No one’s watching the custard, so he switches the channel. A fat geezer’s north opens. He wanders up and turns the Liza over. “Fuck off and watch it somewhere else.“ He knows claret is imminent, but he doesn’t want to miss the game. Calm as a coma, pick