Diego Delgado: I need a favor from you.
George: [narrating] The favor was to pick up 50 kilos of cocaine. Fifty. That's 110 pounds. Not exactly a small favor. Not like bumming a cigarette, for example. But what the hell. I didn't have anything better to do that day. It's not like I was on parole or anything.

Pablo Escobar: Our business here today is cocaine, yes?
George: Si. Yes it is.
Pablo Escobar: I need to find an Americano who I can trust. One with honor, intelligence...
George: You need an Americano with balls, Senior Escobar.
Pablo Escobar: Yes, and balls, Mr. George.

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.

Alright. Well, in all honesty, I don't feel that what I've done is a crime. 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?

George

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.

Diego Delgado: Do you have a dream, George?
George: Well, I would if I could get some fucking sleep.

I can't feel my face... I mean, I can touch it, but I can't feel it inside...

Mr. T

This is Grade A 100 percent pure Colombian cocaine, ladies and gentlemen... Disco shit... Pure as the driven snow.

George

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.

Tuna: I can't believe we're stealin' a plane...
Kevin Dulli: Don't be such a pussy.

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?

That's a nice boy. Go get 'em, Dulli.

George

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