The Darjeeling Limited (2007)

Francis: Is that Dad's razor?

Jack: I think he's still in mourning.
Francis: Well I probably still am too.

Francis: Is that my belt?
Peter: Can I borrow it?

Peter: I like how mean you are.
Jack: The characters are all... Thanks.

Francis: Dad's bags aren't gonna make it.

Francis: Cough syrup? That's a dumb way to get loaded, Jack.

Jack: I wonder if the three of us would've been friends in real life. Not as brothers, but as people.

Brendan: Why are your eyes so red?
Francis: Why is your head so bald?

Peter: Those Germans are bothering me.

Jack: You wanna read a short story I wrote in France?
Francis: How long is it?
Jack: What?
Francis: How long is it?
Jack: How long is it? Never mind. Forget it.

Patricia: It's over.
Jack: Not for us.

Peter: You know, maybe right before whenever you're about to take out your tooth, you should say something like, "Please forgive this." Because, actually, it's kind of.
Francis: Can you back away a little? You just spit in my eye.

Francis: Peter, you can not abandon your wife just because she's pregnant.

Brendan: We haven't located us yet.

Peter: What about our snake?
The Chief Steward: It's dead.
Peter: He killed it?
Jack: It's got to be against his religion or something.

Peter: I love the way this country smells. I'll never forget it. It's kind of spicy.

Francis: Any questions?
Peter: I have one. What happened to your face?

Francis: He has this disease where his head is shaved except he doesn't have to shave it because he can't grow any hair in the first place. Don't talk about it around him though. It might offend him.

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.

Jack: Do you want to go in the bathroom and smoke a cigarette with me?