The Vanishing Quotes

Thomas: [showing a pirate trick to Kenny] The pressure gets so great it pops they eyeball right out of the head/socket

Thomas: [to Donald who won't stop looking at a mutilated Gherd/Locke] Stop Staring At Him

Boor: Fucking Pig

[last lines]

Boor: It Wasn't Yours To Keep

[direct]

Boor: Keeper

Gherd, Locke: Liars

Boor: [firing flare pistol at them continuously] Thieves

[repeated line]

Gherd, Locke: Where's My Fucking Gold?

[last lines]

James: [begging] Thomas please