"Why are they dragging this on? They could just clean me out in one hit. They want me to suffer. These twisted bastards are making me pay. Pay for my own pain. Hands down, that's the most radical concept I have ever heard of......and a part of me dies everytime I think about it. I told myself if this is the last round, they'll have to tear me out, piece by piece, but this I can't take. They've found a weakness. Caught me fair and square, cross-haired, blind-folded, one foot in the grave and two hands on the coffin. I'm cooked, well done, stick a fork in me and see if I bleed. I'm stuck in a trance...somewhere between hell and a hard place...in a gear that doesn't exist, and all I want now...is a little peace."

"Oh, I know you're still there... cause I can feel you dying. I can hear you tapping me... for a little nutrition. Now who's looking for a fix? It gets a little tight in here, do you? Well, you're not wrong... cause the walls are moving in. No food here. Not today, sunshine. My eyes are open and the restaurant's closed. Jog on. Slide off. Find someone else to fill your pipe. Someone, who won't see you coming... or know, when you're there."

"[In an elevator] Now I've got to spend the next two minutes, shaking... and sweating... like a crack whore clucking for a fix... Should have taken the stairs... cause it's getting very... very tight in here."

"One thing I've learned in the last seven years: in every game and con there's always an opponent, and there's always a victim. The trick is to know when you're the latter, so you can become the former."

"There is something about yourself that you don't know. Something that you will deny even exists, until it's too late to do anything about it. It's the only reason you get up in the morning. The only reason you suffer the shitty boss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. Fear or revere me, but please, think I'm special. We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The hip-hip-hoo-fuckin' rah. Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on you crazy diamond, because we're just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others."

"Tom Wu - Lord John"

"Elana Binysh - Rachel"

"Anjela Lauren Smith - Doreen"

"Francesca Annis - Lily Walker"

"Mark Strong - Sorter"

"Andrew Howard - Billy"

"Terrence Maynard - French Paul"

"André Benjamin - Avi"

"Vincent Pastore - Zach"

"Roy Liotta - Dorothy Macha"

"Jason Statham - Jake Green"

"Your mind will not accept a game this big"

"The greatest con, that he ever pulled... was making you believe... that he is you."

"You got a big mouth, on small head “Sunshine”!"

"Why don't you just fucking rape me, Paul?"

"So how exactly did this one manage to disarm and overpower a four-time national bodybuilding champion? Drag him half a block, throw him over six-foot wall, and then fed him to his own gun?"

"Boris "the Blade" Yurinov: Drop the gun, fat boy."

"[To Doug the Head] Shut up, and sit down you big, bald, fuck!"

"[When asked by the Customs agent at the American airport if he has anything to declare] Yeah, don't go to England!"

"[To his colleague] Yes, London. You know, fish, chips, cup o' tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fuckin' Poppins … London!"

"[After Rosebud has been badly injured in capturing Boris] First we get the stone, bubi, then we'll get you to a doctor. And not just any doctor, boychik, I'm gonna get you to a nice Jewish doctor. [To Tony] Find my friend a nice Jewish doctor!"

"I'm getting heartburn. Tony, do something terrible."

"Russians. Anti-semite cossack sluts."

"Ya like dags? Dags, ya like 'em?"

"Why the fuck would I want with a caravan that's got no fockin' wheels?!"

"Nobody brings a fella the size o' him, 'less they're tryin' to say somethin' without talkin'."

"Ya stay until the job is done!"

"Now look, she wants the Heki 2 roof lights, uh, the stylish ash frame furniture, and the scatter cushions with, uh, matching shag pile cover. Yeah. Right. And she's terrible partial to the periwinkle blue boss."

"Fook, 'e's a big fella."

"[Roused from his drunken stupor] I need to have a shite."

"Deadly kick fer a fat focker, eh?"

"Save your breath for cooling your porridge"

"So, you're obviously the big dick. And there on either side of you are your balls. There are two types of balls. There are big, brave balls, and there are little, mincy faggot balls. Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are not clever; they smell pussy, and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good ol' pussy, and have brought your two little, mincey, faggot balls along for a good ol' time. But you've got your parties muddled up; there's no pussy here, just a dose that will make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you're having second thoughts. You're shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with ya. And the fact that you've got "Replica" written on the side of your guns…and the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle .50" written on the side of mine…should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now…fuck off!"

"Never underestimate the predictability of stupidity."

"[To a would-be assassin who has just run out of bullets] You're in trouble now, boy."