Ken: You from the States?

Jimmy: Yeah. But don't hold it against me.

Ken: I won't. Just try not to say anything too loud or crass.

Ray: Lots of midgets have offed themselves. I hope yours doesn't, otherwise your film'll be fucked.

Harry: Not only have you let the kid get away and failed to kill the kid, you have also prevented the kid from killin' himself, which would have solved all my problems, it would have solved all your problems, and it probably would have solved all of his problems!

Ken: It wouldn't have solved his problems, Harry.

Ken: I'm sorry about the message earlier... the man who sent is a bit of a... well, he's a bit of a...

Marie: Cock?

Ken: Yes... a bit of a cock.

Ken: We shall strike a balance between culture and fun.

Ray: Somehow, Ken, I believe that the balance shall tip in the favor of culture, like a big fat fucking retarded fucking black girl on a see-saw.

Ray: Why didn't you wave hello to me today when I waved hello to you today?

Jimmy: I was on a very strong horse tranquilizer today; Wasn't waving hello to anybody. Except... maybe to a horse.

Marie: Why don't you both put your guns down and go home?

Harry: Don't be stupid! This is the shootout.

Overweight Man: Been to the top of the tower?

Ray: Yeah, it's rubbish.

Overweight Man: The guide book says it's a must see.

Ray: Buddy, you're not going up there.

Overweight Man: Why is that?

Ray: I'm not being funny, it's all windy stairs...

Overweight Man: What are you trying to say?

Ray: What am I trying to say? You's a bunch of fuckin' elephants.

Ray: They're filming midgets!

Ken: C'mon, let's go back to the room.

Ray: Fuck off, Ken, they're filming midgets.

Ken: You coming up?

Ray: What's up there?

Ken: Well, the view.

Ray: The view of what? The view of down here? I can see that down here.

Ken: You are the worst tourist, Ray.

Ray: Look, Ken. I grew up in Dublin, and I love Dublin. If I had grown up on a farm, and was retarded, Bruges might impress me. But I didn't, so it doesn't.