Reyeb: The idea is to leave here a little smarter.
Chef de détention: Any family on the outside? Malik El Djebena: No, sir. Chef de détention: No one to wire you money? Malik El Djebena: No, sir. Chef de détention: Friends inside, or outside? Malik El Djebena: No one, sir.
Ryad: One day I saw a job ad. For security guard. I didn't have a dog, so I bought one secondhand. I didn't know, so I got a rottweiler. Know what they're like? And his name was Tyson. He came with the name Tyson. He was humongous! See this? This was...
Jordi: I like porn set in castles. The girls are fancier, cleaner.
César Luciani: Fill out a parole application. I'll have it treated in priority. In the meantime, you can go on leave. You go out for me, you come back, and you get paid. What do you say? Malik El Djebena: What's the risk? César Luciani: There is no...
César Luciani: Thatta boy! Malik El Djebena: Just another Arab thinking with his balls.
César Luciani: [to Malik] If you can walk around this place, it's because I had you made porter. If you eat, it's thanks to me. If you dream, think, live... it's thanks to me!
[first lines] Prisoner: Take these handcuffs off!
[last lines] Djamila: Where will you live? [Malik shrugs] Djamila: Come home. I'll take the kid. Use his bedroom. Malik El Djebena: I don't want to impose. Djamila: You're not.
[after Malik spends a year in prison] Reyeb: Happy birthday, brother.
Santi: [handing Malik a bag of gifts] From César Luciani. You're now under his protection.
Ryad: "We ate" is the past. Now try the subjunctive. "Would... that we ate." Malik El Djebena: People say that? Ryad: It's wild. I never did but they do.
Vettori: These fucking Arabs! At least dogs fuck in silence.
César Luciani: You're saying I'm going to die alone here. Sampierro: Don't talk like that. You're not alone. You carry weight outside. César Luciani: And here?
Ryad: What's your sign? Malik El Djebena: Cancer! I'm just teasing. I'm Aries.
Malik El Djebena: What do you got? Ryad: Testicle cancer. Malik El Djebena: [laughing] Cancer on your balls? Ryad: Stop shouting! Why not make an announcement?
César Luciani: If you weren't spying, what were you doing? Making fun? Malik El Djebena: If I was making fun, I'd never have told you.
Jordi: When you get out, what'll you do? Malik El Djebena: I don't know. You? Jordi: Same thing as in here, only bigger. Malik El Djebena: Hash? Jordi: Yeah, hash. I'll move big loads. Marbella-Paris, three cars. Six hundred kilos each trip. [pause] ...
