When I was born, the world was a far simpler place. It was all just cops and robbers.

Always remember that one day all this drug monkey business will be legal. They won't leave it to people like me... not when they finally figure out how much money is to be made - not millions, fucking billions. Recreational Drugs PLC - giving the people what they want... Good times today, stupor tomorrow. But this is now, so until prohibition ends make hay while the sun shines.

I mean, it's like selling anything: washing machines, handmade shoes, blow jobs. As long as you don't take the piss, people will always come back for more.

Life is so fucking good, I can taste it in my spit.

I'm not a gangster, I'm a businessman whose commodity happens to be cocaine.

But as some roman general once said: If you seek peace, plan for war.

My name? If you knew that, you'd be as clever as me.

You're born, you take shit. You get out in the world, you take more shit. You climb a little higher, you take less shit. Till one day you're up in the rarefied atmosphere and you've forgotten what shit even looks like. Welcome to the layer cake son.

England. Typical. Even drug dealers don't work weekends

Opera Tonight. The damnation of Faust. Man sells his soul to the devil. All ends in tears, these arrangements usually do.