Before the final episode, I'm paying Tribute to my favourite Irish drunk..
BEST OF PACKIE:
Michael: (approaches worker) You! Fill this bag with clean, unmarked diamonds!.. But first!.. But first fix that notepad so it's at a right angle with the corner of your desk!..
Audience laughs
Packie: And tap that pile of receipts against a flat surface so they're not sticking out haphazardly!
Packie: Look, you want me to tell the story or not?
Franklyn: (angrily) No Packie, I don't!.. I already heard about it on the paper!.. It's just you won't fuckin leave!
Packie: ... Anyway, where was I?
Franklyn; (annoyedly) Ahhhh!
Packie: Oh yes, Bank of Liberty City
Packie: Hands up people! I got your names! You will not laugh! You will not cry! You will learn and you best unfuck yourselves, or I will unscrew your heads, and shit down your necks!
Derrek: Don't none of you worry about nothing, we're here for the banks money, it's going to a better caus-
Packie: Shut up! And handle the safe!
Packie: (off view to hostage) ARE ANY OF YOUR PARENTS STILL ALIVE!?
Packie: Why are you telling them were brothers you idiot! That's gonna make hard for them to find us isn't!
Derrek: I'm trying to be honest with these people, we put them though a lot today..
Packie: Well ... no shit. What have we got here, a fucking comedian? Private Joker? I admire your honesty. Hell, I like you. You can come over to my house and fuck my sister. You little scumbag!
Derrek: She's my sister too Packie!
Packie: Are you a peter-puffer?
Derrek: (confused) What!?
Packie: I'll bet you're the kind of guy that would fuck a person in the ass and not even have the goddam common courtesy to give him a reach-around! I'll be watching you!
Derrek: You really need to stop watching Full Medal Jacket so much!
Packie: (pointing his gun at Luis) What's your excuse, boy-o?
Luis: Excuse for what!?
Packie: For not following my fuckin instructions!.. We said no fucking with us!.. Why was that so hard to understand!?
Luis: What are you talking about, mister!?
Packie: I saw you talking to that piece of shit who shot my boy Michael!.. It was your idea wasn't it!
Luis: Coarse no-
Packie: No huh!? He just came up with it himself huh!?.. The fairy fucking godmother said it!., Out-fucking-standing!
I will P.T. you until you fucking die! I'll P.T. you until your asshole is sucking buttermilk.. Now. I ask again.. Was it your fuckin idea, you scroungy little fuck, huh?!
Luis: No!
Packie: (angrily) You little piece of shit! You look like a fucking worm! I'll bet it WAS you!
Luis: (cowers in fear)
Packie: You look nervous.. Am I making you nervous!?
Luis: Yes!
Packie: Good!.. Maybe that'll teach ya not to fuck with me!... Your lucky I'm not making you pay for Michael's funeral!
Packie and Derrick dramatically burst out of the bank, firing at the cops.
The scream moments from KORN - GET THIS PARTY STARTED fill the background).
Packie: (annoyed) Niko! Turn off the music! I can't concentrate!
Michael: Yeah! Everybody down! Anybody moves and Packie here will blast them!... Now. Who here is the owner?
Manager: (raises up) I am-
Packie: (shoots the manager dead)
Michael: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?
Packie: You sai-
Michael: Yes! But he was the only one with combination to the safe! Now the whole thing is blown!
Packie: Relax Mikey., I got this.. (opens the safe by using a blow torch, opening it the old fashioned way).