The script: (Peaky Blinders, season 4 episode 2)
Tommy: They're coming and they're here to stay.
Aberama Gold: Mr Shelby? We've come to talk purse for the fight.
Alfie Solomons: Your kestrel? Hm?
Tommy, when a pikey walks in with hair like that, you've got to ask yourself, "Have I made a mistake?"
Aberama Gold: Who the fuck are you?
Alfie Solomons: Who the fuck am I?
Aberama Gold: Who the fuck is this?
Alfie Solomons: I, my friend…
I am the uncle, the protector and the promoter of that fucking thing right there, in whose shadow nothing good nor godly will ever fucking grow.
That, there, right, is the Southern Counties Welterweight Champion.
He is of mixed religion, therefore he is godless.
He was adopted by Satan himself, before he was returned out of fear of his awkwardness, he is impossible to marry off, due to his lethal dimensions.
His mother terrified, she's fucking abandoned him.
And there he is, stood before you, like the first of some brand-new fucking species!
Any man that you put before him, right, it'd be like entering a fucking threshing machine, mate.
Now… will you offer your son?
Bonnie Gold: Name the day, Mr Shelby.