Ta mère suce des queues en enfer, Karras !
 

Laisse Jésus te baiser ! Laisse Jésus te baiser ! Laisse-le te baiser !

- Je pense qu’il a mis les voiles.
- Je pense que t’as raison... [ramasse un objet]
- Ça vient de la serrure ?
- Probablement...
- Il y a longtemps qu’il est parti, Shérif ?
- J’en sais rien... Han... Ça c’est rageant par contre. [montre une bouteille de lait]
- Quoi, shérif ?
- Il est encore frais...
- Oh ! Shérif ! On l’a manqué de peu ! Il faut qu’on signale ça à la radio !
- D’accord ! Mais qu’est-ce qu’on signale ? ... Qu’on recherche un mec qui vient de boire du lait ?

-"... at least, we will have revenge !"

- Only my father and my priest are allowed to touch me there!

D : I have to destroy a postal truck filled with lethal microbes before a doomsday cult or a terrorist groups gets their hands on it and destroys the entire world.
F : Yeah, why I gotta believe that?
 
Terrorist : [at the same time as the Fanatic] Jihad!
Fanatic : [at the same time as the Terrorist] Apocalypse!
 
[D fastly pulls out a second gun and kills both on the spot]
 
F: Okay, so where's that truck?

B : [D has just seen the decapitated heads on some spikes] I see you noticed the heads. Motivational. Those were every fucking bastard I had to climb over to get this job.
D : Jesus!
B : No, no! They're paper miche!
[to R]
B : Heh, he thought they were real!
[to D]
B : Sit down.
[D sits down as he notices one of the heads is bleeding]
B : Now, I hope you don't-
[D almost falls off the seemingly broken chair]
B: I hope you don't mind the recording. We'll use it later for training. Uh...
[D continues to struggle with the chair]
B : What the fuck is wrong with you?
D : Uh, the chair's... the chair's actually...
B: Look, we're on a time lapse. So, let's get going.
D : Alright. So, uh, so I'm here for the job, sir.
B : [Looking at D's resume] Yeah, you're a factory worker?
D : I was a factory worker until the factory got closed down. So, I got laid off.
B : I have reviewed 15 other people for this job. What makes you think you're better than them?
D : Uh, I don't know if I am better than them...
B : Well, God damn it, pal! If you want this job, you better reach out and grab it! You better put all of those fuckin' heads on the wall!
 
B : you know what? Fuck it. Let's get to the questions.
R : [to Dude] What is your biggest strength?
D : Uh, I'm a really good team player.
R : WRONG !
[R types something]
R : What is your biggest weakness?
D : I say I work too hard.
R : WRONG !
[types something]
R : How would you move a mountain using only a spoon?
D : A spoon?
R : If you were in a box, how would you think outside it?
[D thinks of an answer]
Recorder: WRONG !
[types something]
R : Last question: What is the difference between a duck?
D : ... ...   ....    .....  ..... ...... And... ?
 
... ... .... [pause] ... ... ...  
 
 
D : What the hell is wrong with you people? A duck? Look, I came here for a job! A JOB! As far as I know, that job has nothin' to do with a cocksuckin' motherfuckin' DUCK!
B : Congratulations, pal. You're are leading candidate. How does it feel?
D : It feels good!
B : No, no, no, how does it feel? Huh? How does it feel? I mean how does it feel to put fuckin' 15 heads on that wall?
 
 
B : I'll tell you how it feels, it feels fucking great, doesn't it? It feels fuckin' great! Umph! Umph! Umph! Umph! Umph!
D : [Happy] So I got it! I got the job!
B : Oh, hell no. No, no, this is just a get-to-know-you interview.

I see. I myself cannot. You use Evian skin cream, and sometimes you wear L'Air du Temps, but not today.

- Oh, criminals in this town used to believe in things. Honor. Respect. Look at you! What do you believe in, huh? What do you believe in-?
- I believe whatever doesn't kill you, simply makes you......stranger.