Layer Cake

XXXX:
Always remember that one day all this drug monkey business will be legal. They won't leave it to people like me... not when they finally figure out how much money is to be made - not millions, f***ing billions. Recreational drugs PLC - giving the people what they want... Good times today, Stupor tomorrow. But this is now, so until prohibition ends make hay whilst the sun shines.

XXXX:
That's a very expansive question.

Jimmy Price:
Expansive?

Jimmy Price:
Tell me son, are you a homosexual? The day was when only homosexual's used words like ?expansive?.

Duke:
Oh, you give a f***in' asprin a headache, pal!

Crazy Larry:
F***ing girls is for poofs.

Clarkie:
Where the f*** is Gene?

Terry:
I don't know, mate. Ask me one on sport.

XXXX:
Well, don't think too long, because somebody's gonna make a killing on these pills.

Trevor:
They already have. That's the problem, kidder.

XXXX:
[over the phone] Dragan?

Dragan:
Yes.

XXXX:
I've got an idea... Why don't you come 'round for breakfast? I'll squeeze some orange juice and grind some coffee and we can talk about this like adults. How's that sound?

Dragan:
Sounds very hospitable.

XXXX:
Do you know where I live?

Dragan:
No.

XXXX:
Well, f*** off then.

Gene:
[to XXXX] This what being a gangster gets you. You're not in there 'cause I like you.

Morty:
I'm beginning to feel left out.

Gene:
Why? I seem to recall a friend of yours in intensive care after your little... reunion.

Jimmy Price:
"Details, details. Things to do. Things to get done. Don't bother me with details, just tell me when they're done." Who said that, son?

XXXX:
Winston Churchill?

Jimmy Price:
Close. No, I said it. James Lionel Price.

Eddie Temple:
Do you know what a remora fish is?

XXXX:
Yes.

Eddie Temple:
Oh you do? Well Jimmy's been swimming in my slipstream all my f***ing life.

Morty:
Why did you keep the gun?

Gene:
I know it sounds silly now, but it was my favorite.

Morty:
You better not let the other guns know you have a favorite.

Gene:
Listen, son. Let me explain something to you. Freddie's in intensive care with a bit of a brain haemorrhage. You were there at the scene. That's called joint venture. Now, if Freddie dies you're either in the dock with Morty or you're in the witness box putting him away. Think about that.

XXXX:
(points to a whiskey bottle in Gene's hand) You know, I will have one of those.

Xxxx:
When I was born, the world was a far simpler place. It was all just cops and robbers.

Xxxx:
I mean, it's like selling anything: washing machines, handmade shoes, blow jobs. As long as you don't take the piss, people will always come back for more.

Xxxx:
Life is so f***ing good, I can taste it in my spit.

Xxxx:
I'm not a gangster, I'm a businessman whose commodity happens to be cocaine.

Xxxx:
But as some Roman general once said: If you seek peace, plan for war.

Xxxx:
I hate guns! ... although, that one is very pretty.

Xxxx:
My name? If you knew that, you'd be as clever as me.

Xxxx:
Have a plan and stick to it.

Eddie Temple:
You're born, you take sh*t. You get out in the world, you take more sh*t. You climb a little higher, you take less sh*t. Till one day you're up in the rarefied atmosphere and you've forgotten what sh*t even looks like. Welcome to the layer cake, son.

Eddie Temple:
England. Typical. Even drug dealers don't work weekends

Eddie Temple:
Opera Tonight. The damnation of Faust. Man sells his soul to the devil. All ends in tears, these arrangements usually do.

Eddie Temple:
The art of good business is being a good middleman.

Eddie Temple:
I've checked you out, son. You're a smart lad. But you keep very, very bad company.

Morty:
Somebody's about to get a f***ing slap!

Morty:
[About Duke] He's a f***ing maniac, a relic, a throwback. Belongs to the Dark Ages, Gene.

Morty:
I'm not happy.This sh*t is out of control. You sort it out, or I'll sort you out.

Morty:
You don't f*** about, do you?

Jimmy Price:
You know why people like you can't leave this business? Because you make too much money for people like me.

Cody:
Black! You can't have black. Black's the color for a hearse or a taxi.

Shanks:
Now, his party piece, right... is lopping people's heads off, then fetching 'em back to his boss.

Gene:
If you have to kill a person, never ever tell a living soul.

Dragan:
Don't piss in my pocket and tell me it's raining.

Tammy:
I was just rubbing the phone against my fanny. Oooh it's fresh this morning. And look at my nipples, standing up like little soldiers. What's a poor girl to do?