Young she is, when she's barefoot on the cobbles.
— The nature of the deal is explained in my proposal. I've booked you a suite at the Midland Hotel. If you need anything in this city, just mention my name.
— So you want to impress me, Mr Shelby?
— Also in the envelope is a cheque for five hundred pounds for your wife. She can use it to buy a black dress, rent a black horse with black feathers, to pull a black carriage with your body in it, should you break the terms of the white flag. Now, please, enjoy the city it's my honour to represent.
— Well, then, at least throw away your opium. It's that that causes the visions. Just... throw it away. While it's there, it's a temptation. How much have you got left?
— Seven tonnes.
— Seven tonnes?
— Yeah. I'd hate for it to run out, Ada.
It wasn't the blue stone, Tommy. It was you. It was you.