Peter: Yes I do!
Jack: I love you too, but I'm gonna mace you in the face!
Jack: I wonder if the three of us would've been friends in real life. Not as brothers, but as people.
Jack: What did he say?
Peter: He said the train is lost.
Jack: How can a train be lost? It's on rails.
Rita: What's wrong with you?
Jack: Let me think about that. I'll tell you the next time I see you.
Francis: [spotting some children crossing a river] Look at these assholes.
Jack: Do you want to go in the bathroom and smoke a cigarette with me?
Brendan: We haven't located us yet.
Peter: I love the way this country smells. I'll never forget it. It's kind of spicy.
Francis: [repeated line] Let's go have a drink and smoke a cigarette.
Jack: Wouldn't it be great if we heard a train go by in the distance?
Peter: No.
Francis: It'd probably be annoying.
Francis: [after Jack comes back from having sex with Rita] Where are the savory snacks?
Jack: What?
Francis: [pause] Did you just fuck that Indian girl?
Peter: Those Germans are bothering me.
Francis: Are those Dad's sunglasses?
Francis: Is that Dad's razor?
Francis: Dad's bags aren't gonna make it.
Brendan: Why are your eyes so red?
Francis: Why is your head so bald?
Francis: I guess I've still got a lot of healing to do.
Jack: Gettin' there, though.
Peter: Anyway, it's definitely going to add a lot of character to you.
Francis: Let's get into it!
Jack: I think he's still in mourning.
Francis: Well I probably still am too.
Patricia: God Bless You and keep you with Mary's benevolent guidance in the light of Christ's enduring grace. All my love, Your Mother, Sister Patricia Whitman.
Francis: Let's take a look at the itinerary.
Peter: Fuck the itinerary.
Jack: [repeated line] Stop including me!
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