Canadian Guy: Fucking unbelievable.
Ray: What’s fucking unbelievable?
Canadian Guy: Are you talking to me?
Ray: Who else is here? […] And he repeats: Yes, I am talking to you. What’s fucking unbelievable?
Canadian Guy: Well, I’ll tell you what’s fucking unbelievable, shall I? Blowing cigarette smoke straight into myself and my girlfriend’s face. That’s fucking unbelievable!
Ray: This is the smoking section.
Canadian Guy: I don’t care if it’s the smoking section. All right? She directed it right in my face, man. I don’t wanna die just because of your fucking arrogance.
Ray: Uh-huh. Isn’t that what the Vietnamese used to say?
Canadian Guy: Vietnamese? What are you talking about, the Vietnamese? That statement makes no fucking sense at all.
Ray: Yes it does. The Vietnamese!
Canadian Guy: Well, saying it over and over ain’t gonna make any more sense out of it. How does the Vietnamese have any relevance whatsoever to myself and my girlfriend having to breathe your friend’s cigarette smoke? Tell me how saying…
Ray: That’s for John Lennon, you Yankee fucking cunt! […]
[in bruges, μια εξαιρετική ταινία]