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Quotes of Movie: Layer Cake [2004]
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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. (unknown)
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.
[hangs up] (unknown)
XXXX: That's a very expansive question.
Jimmy Price: Expansive?
[laughs]
Jimmy Price: Tell me son, are you a homosexual? The day was when only homosexuals used words like "expansive". (unknown)
Duke: Oh, you give a fuckin' aspirin a headache, pal! (unknown)
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Crazy Larry: Fucking females is for poofs. (unknown)
XXXX: My name? If you knew that, you'd be as clever as me. (unknown)
Clarkie: The king is dead.
[pause]
Clarkie: Long live the king.
[glasses are raised]
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: [voiceover] Paul the Boatman. Kinky, The Duke. Slasher. Kilburn Jerry. Crazy Larry. Mr. Lucky. Troop. Jimmy. I don't want to add my name to that list. My name? If you knew that you'd be as clever as me.
Tammy: NO!
[shot fired]
Sidney: I'm sorry. (unknown)
Eddie Temple: 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. (unknown)
XXXX: Life is so fucking good I can taste it in my spit. (unknown)
Eddie Temple: England. Typical. Even drug dealers don't work weekends. (unknown)
Morty: Why did you keep the gun?
Gene: I know it sounds silly now, but it was my favorite.
Morty: You better not let the other guns know you have a favorite. (unknown)
Eddie Temple: What the fuck is this? A vicar's tea party? (unknown)
Gene: In those days, being black was worse than being Irish. (unknown)
Dragan: [shooting near XXXX in the bushes after sniping Lucky] Don't piss in my pocket and tell me it's raining. (unknown)
XXXX: I'm not a gangster, just a businessman. And my commodity happens to be cocaine. (unknown)
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. (unknown)
XXXX: I'll treat this lunch like a last supper, feign interest in his nostalgic tales, and get out. (unknown)
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. (unknown)
XXXX: I'm not a gangster. I'm a businessman whose commodity happens to be cocaine. (unknown)
Jimmy Price: Details, details. Things to do. Things to get done. Don't bother me with details, just tell me when they're done. Who said that, son?
XXXX: Winston Churchill?
Jimmy Price: Close. No, I said it. James Lionel Price. (unknown)
Clarkie: Where are we going, Morty?
Morty: Back to that boatyard. Somebody's about to get a fucking slap.
Terry: [pats Morty on the shoulder] Yes, Morty. About fucking time. (unknown)
Tammy: [on phone] I was just rubbing the phone against my fanny. My, oh, my, it's fresh this morning. And look at my nipples, standing up like little soldiers. What is a poor girl to do? (unknown)
Gene: If you have to kill someone, never ever tell a living soul. (unknown)
Gene: [to XXXX] This what being a gangster gets you. You're not in there 'cause I like you.
Morty: I'm beginning to feel left out.
Gene: Why? I seem to recall a friend of yours in intensive care after your little... reunion. (unknown)
Morty: Gene, let's listen to this shit! If he's lying, we'll both fucking kill him. (unknown)
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Movie: Layer Cake [2004]
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