The Darjeeling Limited (2007)

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

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

Francis: Is that Dad's razor?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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: 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.

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.

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

Brendan: We haven't located us yet.

Peter: Those Germans are bothering me.

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.

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

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

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