I’m a frozen steak thrown in a burning pan: I don’t feel anything, but it’s still painful.
— You know guys from the suburbs have no mercy.
— That’s what I want. No mercy.
My real handicap isn't being in a chair. It's living without her.
— "Tom and Jerry," right?
— "Tom and Jerry." What a jerk. Someone help me. A masterpiece.
— It's intellectual. Emotional. It comes before the physical relationship for me.
— Intellectual alright, but what if she looks like a dog? You'd be having an intellectual relationship with a dog.
— No. Please. No. No. No.
— Nein! Nein is what you mean.
— I'm not ok with that.
— Philippe, ach.
— So I'm your toy now. You know you're mental right? You have to get help.
— Don't you feel like invading countries right now?
— What was that?
— Nothing. Just a hole in the cabin.
— Philippe, tell me if something's wrong.
— It was very nice knowing you.
— I'm not going in there.[about a car for transporting disabled people] Even you! I'm not gonna load you in the back like a horse.
— What about this one? [Driss points to the luxury car].
— This one is not fit for me... I have to be pragmatic.
– 116 Ibs.
– 116 Ibs? That's really good. Unless she's three feet tall.
— You enjoy paintings?
— I do. I adore Raphael.
— I prefer other ninja turtles.