Prisoner in class: Man, you don't know dick about smugglin' no drugs.
Tuna: I can't believe we're stealin' a plane.
Kevin Dulli: Don't be such a pussy.
George: This is Grade A 100% pure Colombian cocaine, ladies and gentlemen... Disco shit... Pure as the driven snow.
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.
Diego Delgado: You failed because you had the wrong dream... What do you know about cocaine?
George: 15 kilos of cocaine? That's nothing. I piss 15 kilos.
Mr. T: I can't feel my face... I mean, I can touch it, but I can't feel it inside.
Diego Delgado: How much time do you have?
George: Oh, let's see. Twenty-six months.
Diego Delgado: Twenty-six months? For murder? I must meet your lawyer.