
How can you successfully tie together a story involving an unlicensed boxing promoter, a gypsy fighter, an unhinged pig-feeding gangster, a diamond thief and his boss from New York, two pawn shop workers, a henchman, and a dog? I don't know, but Guy Ritchie sure did a great job of it. The editing was amazing and used some pretty original cinematography. If you have the DVD, I recommend turning on the Brad Pitt subtitles at least once...it's nearly impossible to understand him. I think you need to have an appreciation for dry British humour in this one. Observe:
Avi: Should I call you Bullet? Tooth?
Bullet Tooth Tony: You can call me Susan if it makes you happy.
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Turkish: Fuck me, hold tight. What's that?
Tommy: It's me belt, Turkish.
Turkish: No, Tommy. There's a gun in your trousers. What's a gun doing in your trousers?
Tommy: It's for protection.
Turkish: Protection from what? "Zee Germans"?
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Turkish: We've lost Gorgeous George.
Brick Top: Shhh. You're going to have to repeat that.
Turkish: We've lost Gorgeous George.
Brick Top: Well, where'd you lose him? He ain't a set of fucking car keys, is he? And it ain't as if he's incon-fucking-spicuous now, is it?
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Sol: I'm not in here to make a fucking bet.
Female Bookie: 'Preciate it, but all... bets... are... off. If all bets are off, then there can't be any money can't there?
Sol: I'm not fucking buying that.
Female Bookie: Well that's handy, 'cause I ain't fucking selling it.
Snatch was nominated for no Oscars. That's right...sweet FA. Not even the Golden Globes showed Snatch any respect.
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