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Hubert: Heard about the guy who fell off a skyscraper? On his way down past each floor, he kept saying to reassure himself: So far so good... so far so good... so far so good. How you fall doesn't matter. It's how you land!

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Hubert: Bullshit! You pointed a gun at a cop! We coulda been killed!
[an old man flushes the toilet and walks out of the stall]
Old Man: Nothing like a good shit! Do you believe in God? That's the wrong question. Does God believe in us? I once had a friend called Grunwalski. We were sent to Siberia together. When you go to a Siberian work camp, you

travel in a cattle car. You roll across icy steppes for days, without seeing a soul. You huddle to keep warm. But it's hard to relieve yourself, to take a shit, you can't do it on the train, and the only time the train stops is to take on water for the locomotive. But Grunwalski was shy, even when we bathed together, he got upset. I used to kid him about it. So, the train stops and everyone jumps

out to shit on the tracks. I teased Grunwalski so much, that he went off on his own. The train starts moving, so everyone jumps on, but it waits for nobody. Grunwalski had a problem: he'd gone behind a bush, and was still shitting. So I see him come out from behind the bush, holding up his pants with his hands. He tries to catch up. I hold out my hand, but each time he reaches for it he lets go of

his pants and they drop to his ankles. He pulls them up, starts running again, but they fall back down, when he reaches for me.
Saïd: Then what happened?
Old Man: Nothing. Grunwalksi... froze to death. Goodbye.

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Vinz: It's about a society on its way down. And as it falls,it keeps telling itself: "So far so good... So far so good... So far so good." It's not how you fall that matters. It's how you land.

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Saïd: Wow, what a speech! Half Moses, half Mickey Mouse.

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Vinz: I know who I am and where I'm from!
Man: Then go back there and shut the fuck up!
Vinz: Go fuck your mother, man.

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Billboards: The world is yours

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Saïd: Hey, skinheads. Fuck Le Pen!

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Vinz: Who made you a preacher? You know what's right and wrong? Why do you side with the assholes?
Hubert: Who's the asshole? If you hate stayed in school, you'd know that hate breeds hate, Vinz.

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Saïd: Hey, why'd he tell us that?

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Old Neighbor Lady: Stop ringing like that! Y'all think the world is yours?
Hubert: [turns away] This isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't real...

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Saïd: Canardo. Señor canardo.

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Vinz: Tom fucks Jerry's shit up.

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Astérix: Sniff of coke?
Saïd: Uh, no, no.
Astérix: You sure?
Saïd: Absolutely.
Astérix: [psychotically, to the others; starts rapidly practicing with nunchaku] A little coke? A little line of coke? Nobody for coke? That's it for coke? How's your brother, how's he doin?

Saïd: He's alright.
Astérix: [still practicing with nunchaku] Mean fuckin bastard. Still a maniac?
Saïd: Are you?
Astérix: [still practicing] Well shit, look! VWA-VWA-VWA-VWA!

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Old Neighbor Lady: [on CCTV monitor in Asterix's apartment] Asterix! ASTERIX! Causing shit all the time! That's not your real name, scumass!

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Hubert: Icing a pig will get you respect?
Vinz: At least it'll even the score.