"You're a New Yorker, that won't ever change. You got New York in your bones. Spend the rest of your life out west but you're still a New Yorker. You'll miss your friends, you'll miss your dog, but you're strong. You got your mother's backbone in you, you're strong like she was. You find the right people, and you get yourself papers, a drivers license. You forget your old life, you can't come back, you can't call, you can't write. You never look back. You make a new life for yourself and you live it, you hear me? You live your live the way it should have been. But maybe, this is dangerous, but maybe after a few years you send word to Naturelle. You get yourself a new family and you raise them right, you hear me? Give them a good life Monty. Give them what they need. You have a son, maybe you name him James, it's a good strong name, and maybe one day years from now years after I'm dead and gone reunited with your dear ma, you gather your whole family around and tell them the truth, who you are, where you come from, you tell them the whole story. Then you ask them if they know how lucky they are to be there. It all came so close to never happening. This life came so close to never happening."

"[to Monty] You've never been west of Philly, have ya? This is a beautiful country Monty, it's beautiful out there, like a different world. Mountains, hills, cows, farms, and white churches. I drove out west with your mother one time, before you was born. Brooklyn to the Pacific in three days. Just enough money for gas, sandwiches, and coffee, but we made it. Every man, woman, and child alive should see the desert one time before they die. Nothin' at all for miles around. Nothin' but sand and rocks and cactus and blue sky. Not a soul in sight. No sirens. No car alarms. Nobody honkin' atcha. No madmen cursin' or pissin' in the streets. You find the silence out there, you find the peace. You can find God. So we drive west, keep driving till we find a nice little town. These towns out in the desert, you know why they got there? People wanted to get way from somewhere else. The desert's for startin' over. Find a bar and I'll buy us drinks. I haven't had a drink in two years, but I'll have one with you, one last whisky with my boy. Take our time with it, taste the barley, let it linger. And then I'll go. I'll tell you don't ever write me, don't ever visit, I'll tell you I believe in God's kingdom and I'll see you and your mother again, but not in this lifetime. You'll get a job somewhere, a job that pays cash, a boss who doesn't ask questions, and you make a new life and you never come back."

"Jason Flemyng - Crazy Larry"

"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."

"Somebody's about to get a fucking slap!"

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

"The art of good business is being a good middleman."

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

"Nathalie Lunghi - Charlie"

"Nick Thomas-Webster - Dragan's henchman"

"Dragan Mićanović - Dragan"

"Francis Magee - Paul the boatman"

"Paul Orchard - Lucky"

"Stephen Walters - Shanks"

"Louis Emerick - Trevor"

"Steve John Shepherd - Tiptoes"

"Dexter Fletcher - Cody"

"Sienna Miller - Tammy"

"Sally Hawkins - Slasher"

"Burn Gorman - Gazza"

"Ben Whishaw - Sidney"

"Tamer Hassan - Terry"

"Tom Hardy - Clarkie"

"Marcel Iureş - Slavo"

"Michael Gambon - Eddie Temple"

"Jamie Foreman - the Duke"

"George Harris - Morty"

"Kenneth Cranham - Jimmy Price"

"Colm Meaney - Gene"

"Daniel Craig - XXXX"

"Crazy Larry: Fucking females is for poofs!"

"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."

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

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

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

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

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

"Life is so fucking good, I can taste it in my spit."

"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."

"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, fucking 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 while the sun shines."

"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."