Movie: To lay low in Bruges (In Bruges)

He wanted to shoot himself. I'm not allowed.
That is, you do not let him to do something that would solve my problem, your problem and his problem?!

You guys are weird. Cocaine does not want?

Purgatory like in the middle. You would not do shit, but to the heights you have reached. Like Tottenham.

- Murder, father.
Why did you murder someone, Raymond?
- For my money, father.
- Because of money? You killed someone for money?
- Yes, father. Not out of anger. Nothing. Just for the money.
- Who did you murder for money, Raymond?
- You, father.
- Excuse me?
- I told you, father. Are you deaf?

Your girl blows smoke right in my face! No point in asking.
- And you (Americans) Vietnamese asked?!

Somewhere in London there's a Christmas tree and gifts under it that'll never be opened. I thought that if I ever get out of this mess, goes to that house, apologize to his mother and accept the punishment that I choose. Prison... Death... doesn't matter. Because if I go to jail, then at least you'll be able to get out of Bruges. And then I had an Epiphany, and I realized: "Shit, man, maybe this is hell?! An eternity in Bruges...". And I was really hoping I wouldn't die. I really, really hoped I wouldn't die.

Wants to commit suicide? I also want. And you also want. All the fuck you want to. No one gives it value.

- I think I'll regret once you are standing there like Robert Powell?!
- Who is it?

- How are you feeling?
- Like he just killed a little boy...
- It's funny that a priest, we do not care.
- I thought so.. since I decided to become a priest - you have to accept everything that you sends Lord.

- Why you didn't wave when I waved to you in the morning?
- I was under a very severe tranquilizers for horses. I'm not waving. Except, perhaps, horses.

I'm not sleeping after all, but all as if in a dream.

- Not sure that's his type.
What do you mean not his type? What is this? What the fuck, man?
- Nothing, Harry.
The city, like in a fairy tale, your mother! How can a fairytale town not to his taste?! Canals, bridges, churches! Fucking fairy tale, and not to his taste?!
I wanted to say that...
- The swans swim there?
- Yes swans swimming.
- There fucking swans swim and they, their mother, not to his taste?!

- Enough to build itself from Gandhi.

Day awesome just. I tried to shoot himself. My friend almost killed me. Seized the revolver. And we're still in fucking Bruges.