"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?"

"Duke: Oh, you give a fuckin' aspirin a headache, pal!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You don't fuck about, do you?"

"I'm not happy. This shit is out of control. You sort it out, or I'll sort you out."

"[About Duke] He's a fucking maniac, a relic, a throwback. Belongs to the Dark Ages, Gene."

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

"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."

"England. Typical. Even drug dealers don't work weekends"

"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."

"Have a plan and stick to it."

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

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