Мюнхен:
Steve: The only blood I care about is Jewish blood.
Steve: Don't fuck with the Jews.
Steve: You know how to shoot, to assassinate people, right? I mean, you make dolls in a toyshop, and you... you shop for sofas? And you- I don't know what you do.
Архангел:
Fluke Kelso: Look, actually... I don't want to sleep with you. Although that would be... a very attractive proposition but... I want something else from you.
Zinaida: Whatever you want is still three hundred.
Fluke Kelso: You should do that more often.
Zinaida: What?
Fluke Kelso: Laugh.
Пиджак:
Rudy Mackenzie: Long live the Organization for the Organized!
Jack Starks: They only recruit the best, McKenzie.
Dr. Lorenson: How are we doing today?
Rudy Mackenzie: For me... that is a really difficult question Dr. Laurenson, because the world around me is *shrinking*... and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are comin' to see me today, and they're not bringing flowers which... just makes it real difficult to get organized.
Rudy Mackenzie: The less you freak, the less you'll trip out.
Слоеный торт:
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, 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 whilst the sun shines.
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, fuck off then.
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".
XXXX: My name? If you knew that, you'd be as clever as me.
XXXX: Well I'm honored. But for me this is all over. I'm getting out. What was true then is true now. Have a plan. Stick to it. So I'm sure you must have lots to discuss... but I have no business being here. I've got someone to meet. Adios, amigos.
XXXX: Life is so fucking good I can taste it in my spit.
XXXX: I'm not a gangster, just a businessman. And my commodity happens to be cocaine.
XXXX: It is vital that we work to a few golden rules. Always work in a small team. Keep a very low profile. Only deal with people who come recommended. And it's like selling anything else: washing machines, hand made shoes, blowjobs. As long as you don't take the piss people will always come back for more. And that is not to say we don't have that special kind of magic that makes two kilos into three. But never be too greedy.
XXXX: I'll treat this lunch like a last supper, feign interest in his nostalgic tales, and get out.
XXXX: There were villains, locked away for twelve years for robbing a bank of ten grand, doing time with drippy hippies who were doing twelve months for smuggling two million quid's worth of puff. I mean, work it out, mate. We're in the wrong fucking game.
XXXX: Everyone wants to walk through a door marked "private." Therefore, have a good reason to be affluent.
XXXX: When I was born, the world was a far simpler place. It was all just cops and robbers.
XXXX: Fuck me, Gene. I fuckin' hope not. Are you trying to scare the shit out of me? I mean, I fucking hate guns - Although that one is really pretty. What is that, Second World War?
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хотя... не знаю 
Он еще так смешно говорит ОЙ! типа хорошо пошло 
больше там не за что 
