Blow Quotes

[Narrating, last lines]
George: So in the end, was it worth it? Jesus Christ. How irreparably changed my life has become. It's always the last day of summer and I've been left out in the cold with no door to get back in. I'll grant you I've had more than my share of poignant moments. Life passes most people by while they're making grand plans for it. Throughout my lifetime,

I've left pieces of my heart here and there. And now, there's almost not enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent. There are no more white horses or pretty ladies at my door.

George: [recording a message on a tape recorder] Hello Dad. You know I remember a lifetime ago, when I was about 3 1/2 feet tall, weighing all of 60 pounds, but every inch your son. I remember those Saturday mornings going to work with my dad, we'd climb into that big green truck. I thought that truck... was the biggest truck in the universe pop. I remember how important the job

we did was, how if it wasn't for us, people would freeze to death. I thought you were the strongest man in the world. And remember those home videos when mom would dress up like Loretta Young, barbeques and football games, ice cream, playing with the Tuna. And when I left for California only to come home with the FBI chasing me, and that FBI agent Trout had to kneel down to put my boots on and you

said, "That's where you belong you son of a bitch, puttin on Georgie's boots." That was a good one Dad. That was really something. You remember that? And remember that time when you told me that money wasn't real. Well old man, I'm 42 years old, and I finally realize what you were trying to tell me, so many years ago. I finally understand. Your the best, pop, just wish I could have done more for

you, wish we had more time. Anyway, may the wind always be at your back, and the sun always upon your face, and may the wings of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars. I love you Dad. Love George.

George: [Narrating, while watching his daughter being born] They talk about religious experiences, I didn't believe in religion. Hell, I didn't particularly like kids. But, when Kristina Sunshine Jung came into this world, something in me changed. I knew what I was put on the planet for: it was the greatest feeling I ever had. Followed abruptly by the worst feeling I ever had.

Judge: George Jung, you stand accused of possession of six hundred and sixty pounds of marijuana with intent to distribute. How do you plead?
George: Your honor, I'd like to say a few words to the court if I may.
Judge: Well, you're gonna have to stop slouching and stand up to address this court, sir.
George:

[stands] Alright. Well, in all honesty, I don't feel that what I've done is a crime. And I think it's illogical and irresponsible for you to sentence me to prison. Because, when you think about it, what did I really do? I crossed an imaginary line with a bunch of plants. I mean, you say I'm an outlaw, you say I'm a thief, but where's the Christmas dinner for the people on relief? Huh? You say

you're looking for someone who's never weak but always strong, to gather flowers constantly whether you are right or wrong, someone to open each and every door, but it ain't me, babe, huh? No, no, no, it ain't me, babe. It ain't me you're looking for, babe. You follow?
Judge: Yeah... Gosh, you know, your concepts are really interesting, Mister Jung.

George: Thank you.
Judge: Unfortunately for you, the line you crossed was real and the plants you brought with you were illegal, so your bail is twenty thousand dollars.

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.

Mirtha Jung: We are broke, that is my fucking problem and you are a fucking spy. That's right. Always spyin', always judgin'. Everyone's laughing in your face, you fucking pussy. You let Diego fuck you in the ass. Maybe because you like it, maybe because you're a fucking faggot. That's what I think you are. I think you are really fuckin' him cause you're not fucking me. Why's

that? Why? Why don't you fuck me anymore? Don't you ever touch me again, motherfucker! Don't ever put your hands on me again, asshole! Get your hands off me.
[Mirtha is carried out of the car by police]
Mirtha Jung: He's a fugitive and a fucking cocaine dealer! He's got a kilo in his trunk right now!

Diego Delgado: George! How are you, my brother?
George: No more brothers, Diego.
Diego Delgado: What do you mean? Of course we are brothers, George.
George: You fucked me.
Diego Delgado: [acting shocked] ... I did not.
George: Yeah you did. You went behind my

back, you cut me out, you fucked me.
Diego Delgado: [after snorting line of cocaine] Well, maybe you're right. Maybe I did fuck you... a *little* bit!
[Diego and his group all laugh]
Diego Delgado: Yeah, I stole your California connection, so what? Who introduce you to Pablo Escobar, huh? Me. Who introduce you to your *fucking* Columbian wife?

Me. WHO PROTECT YOU... when my friend Cesar wanted to slice your fucking throat? Me. Who helped you make millions and millions of dollars? Me. And what do I get in return? These... accusations. No, I have always given you everything George, but... that is over now!
[They all laugh again]
Diego Delgado: So go home. Go back home. Go home and sell half grams to your

fucking relatives for all I care...
[George puts gun to Diego's head]
Diego Delgado: -cause you are *out*! And don't be so emotional, George. Cause we are brothers. We are brothers.
[George pulls the trigger to reveal the gun was empty]
George: Next time it's fuckin' loaded.