When I was born, the world was a far simpler place. It was all just cops and robbers.
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.
The art of good business is being a good middleman.
I'm not a gangster, I'm a businessman whose commodity happens to be cocaine.
My name? If you knew that, you'd be as clever as me.
You're born, you take shit. You get out in the world, you take more shit. You climb a little higher, you take less shit. Till one day you're up in the rarefied atmosphere and you've forgotten what shit even looks like. Welcome to the layer cake son.
England. Typical. Even drug dealers don't work weekends
Opera Tonight. The damnation of Faust. Man Sells his soul to the devil. All ends in tears, these arrangements usually do.
You know why people like you can't leave this business? Because you make too much money for people like me.
Black! You can't have black. Black's the color for a hearse or a taxi.
Now, his party piece, right... is lopping people's heads off, then fetching 'em back to his boss.
If you have to kill a person, never ever tell a living soul.
Don't piss in my pocket and tell me it's raining.
This shit is out of control. You sort it out, or I'll sort you out.
Patience, darling. All good things come to those who wait.