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 pop, 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: 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. Cheers, Georgie.
George: Cheers, pop.

Mirtha Jung: I'm divorcin' you George. I am getting custody of Kristina. And when you get out next week, you're gonna pay support and that's the end of it. There is someone else. I did not think you would want to know but I wanted to tell you... Say something.
George: What do you want me to say? I'm in prison. You should know, you're the one who put me in here.
Mirtha Jung: I knew you would say something like that. Always thinkin' about yourself.

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 fagot. 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. He's a fugitive and a fucking cocaine dealer. He's got a kilo in his trunk right now.

Mirtha Jung

You think people don't know you're a drug dealer. Everyone knows, its no secret. Every time I go out I'm humiliated. So you go to jail. It's for your own good. You need to straighten your life out... What are you looking at Mrs. Gracie, your son's no prize.

Ermine Jung

Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again, but life goes on.

Fred Jung

It was the greatest feeling I ever had. Followed abruptly by the worst feeling I ever had.


Helena Ayala: My husband was the victim of an informer in your organization, not in ours.
Juan Obregón: That is not true, Mrs. Ayala. Your route has been compromised. Perhaps it's time for me to deal with other distributors in California.
Helena Ayala: I don't think you're gonna do that.
Juan Obregón: You don't?

[about Frankie Flowers] When we loves me like a father, he will never tell anyone he was here. He will freely give us the name of his superiors. Then, when we get to them, they too will give us the names of their superiors. And eventually somebody will get us to Juan Obregón, and when that happens, the Tijuana Cartel will fall.

General Salazar

Juan Obregón: [hands her a mirror with cocaine on it] You first.
Helena Ayala: I'm six months pregnant, I won't do it.
Juan Obregón: Then we don't have a deal.
Helena Ayala: Yeah, right, we don't have a deal. I'm sorry to have wasted your time Mr. Obregón...
Juan Obregón: Okay. Okay, okay. [sniffs cocaine] That's good coke.
Helena Ayala: It should be... it's yours.

Drug Dealer: Who in the FUCK do you think you are? Where the fuck do you think you are, and why the fuck don't I just put your ass in a dumpster?
Robert Wakefield: I... I got money...
Drug Dealer: I got money!
Robert Wakefield: I've got a thousand dollars in my pocket; it's for you.
Drug Dealer: If I want your money man, I will TAKE your money!

Seth Abrahams: I want to have sex and then do a hit right as we both come.
Caroline Wakefield: Okay.

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