Blow

George: 15 kilos of cocaine? That's nothing. I piss 15 kilos.

George: Everything's gonna be okay, sweetheart. Don't be upset.

Young Kristina Jung: What's happening to us?

George: I don't know.

Young Kristina Jung: Are we gonna split up?

George: No, never. Don't even think about that, it's impossible. I love your mother and you are my heart. Could I live without my heart? Could I?

George: I'm really great at what I do, Dad. I mean I'm really great at what I do.

Fred Jung: Let me tell you something, George: you'd have been great at anything.

George: May the wind always be at your back and the sun upon your face.

Fred Jung: And may the wings of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars.

Fred Jung: Cheers, Georgie.

George: Cheers, pop.

George: So, what'd I tell ya, Derek?

Derek: It's great, but what am I supposed to do with it?

George: Sell it.

Derek: Jesus Christ, George, I don't see you for two years and you show up on my doorstep with 110 pounds of blow.

George: Just fucking sell it, Derek.

Derek: Okay, but it's going to take me a year.

[scene shift to interior Derek's bar surrounded by stacks of cash]

Derek: 36 hours, 36 hours, I can't believe we got rid of it in 36 hours.

George: I think it's fair to say you underestimated the market, Derek.

Derek: Right on. It's going to take us longer to count it than it did to sell it.

George: [narrating] Danbury wasn't a prison, it was a crime school. I went in with a Bachelor of marijuana, came out with a Doctorate of cocaine.

George: [narrating] I was busted. Set up by the FBI and the DEA. That didn't bother me. Set up by Kevin Dulli and Derek Forreal to save their own asses. That didn't bother me. Sentenced to 60 years at Ottisville. That didn't bother me. I'd broken a promise. Everything I love in my life goes away.

George: [narrating] The official toxicity limit for humans is between one and one and half grams of cocaine depending on body weight. I was averaging five grams a day, maybe more. I snorted ten grams in ten minutes once. I guess I had a high tolerance.

George: [narrating] Waiters, I'm the only guy on the planet that gets busted by fucking waiters, why the Feds decided to bust me on that particular night I'll never know maybe it was the Porsches and Maseratis in the drive way, my Columbian guest list or the cocaine buffet, whatever it was they were just waiting for me to slip up and I did.

George: [Narrating, while watching his daughter being born] It was the greatest feeling I ever had. Followed abruptly by the worst feeling I ever had.