Colin Farrell (back to the C list / F list)

Kingpin: How do you kill a man without fear?

Bullseye: By putting the fear in him.

Jerry Dandrige: Hey, guy. You've been watching me. I've been watching you. Your mom. There's a kind of neglect. Gives off a kind of scent. And your girl? She is ripe. It's on you to look out for them because there are a lot of bad people out there, Charlie.

Bobby Pellitt: I'm a green belt, motherfucker!

Ken: You coming up?

Ray: What's up there?

Ken: Well, the view.

Ray: The view of what? The view of down here? I can see that down here.

Ken: Ray, you're about the worst tourist in the whole world!

Ray: Ken, I grew up in Dublin. I love Dublin. If I'd grown up on a farm, and was retarded, Bruges might impress me. But I didn't, so it doesn't!

Ray: They're filming midgets!

Ken: C'mon, let's go back to the room.

Ray: Fuck off, Ken, they're filming midgets.

Overweight Man: Been to the top of the tower?

Ray: Yeah, it's rubbish.

Overweight Man: The guide book says it's a must see.

Ray: Buddy, you're not going up there.

Overweight Man: Why is that?

Ray: I'm not being funny, it's all windy stairs...

Overweight Man: What are you trying to say?

Ray: What am I trying to say? You's a bunch of fuckin' elephants.

Ray: Why didn't you wave hello to me today when I waved hello to you today?

Jimmy: I was on a very strong horse tranquilizer today; Wasn't waving hello to anybody. Except... maybe to a horse.

Ken: We shall strike a balance between culture and fun.

Ray: Somehow, Ken, I believe that the balance shall tip in the favor of culture, like a big fat fucking retarded fucking black girl on a see-saw.

Ray: Lots of midgets have offed themselves. I hope yours doesn't, otherwise your film'll be fucked.

Priest: Why did you murder someone, Raymond?

Ray: For money, father.

Priest: For money? You murdered someone for money?

Ray: Yes, father. Not out of anger. Not out of nothing. For money.

Priest: Who did you murder for money, Raymond?

Ray: You, father.

Priest: I'm sorry?

Ray: I said you, father. What are you, deaf? [Raises pistol] Harry Waters says hello.

Ray: Maybe that's what hell is, the entire rest of eternity spent in fucking Bruges.

Ray: One gay beer for my gay friend, one normal beer for me because I am normal.

Ken: We shall strike a balance between culture and fun.

Ray: Somehow I believe, Ken, that the balance shall tip in the favor of culture, like a big fat fucking retarded fucking black girl on a see-saw opposite... a dwarf.

James Clayton: Would I have to kill anyone?

Walter Burke: Would you like to?

James Clayton: All I know about the CIA is that they're a bunch of fat, old white guys who fell asleep when we needed them most.

Walter Burke: All right, your objective: Reach the parking lot with an asset who intends to have sex with you.

James Clayton: You want us to pick up a girl?

Walter Burke: Five, actually. One each.