Ken: You from the States? Jimmy: Yeah. But don't hold it against me. Ken: I'll try not to... Just try not to say anything too loud or crass.
Marie: [to Ray and Harry] Why don't you both put your guns down, and go home? Harry: Don't be stupid. This is the shootout.
Ken: [standing up to leave and picking up his coat] Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf. I think I'm heading home.
Ray: I'm not being funny. We can't stay here. Ken: We have to stay here until he rings. Ray: Well what if he doesn't ring for two weeks? Ken: Then we stay here for two weeks. Ray: For two weeks? In fucking Bruges? In a room like this? With you? No wa...
Eirik: [holding Ray at gunpoint, after catching him making out with Chloë] That's my girlfriend, you fucking asshole! Chloë: Eirik, what are you doing? Eirik: Where you from, fucker? Ray: Ireland, originally. Eirik: And you think it's okay to come ...
Ray: [while brushing teeth] Altogether, I've had five pints of beer and six bottles... no... six pints of beer and seven bottles, and you know what? I'm not even pissed.
Ken: I know I'm awake but it feels like I'm in a dream.
Ray: Murder, father. Priest: Why did you murder someone, Raymond? Ray: For money, father. Priest: For money? You murdered someone for money? Ray: Yes, father. Not out of anger. Not out of nothing. For money. Priest: Who did you murder for money, Raym...
Eirik: I can't see! I can't see! Ray: Of course you can't see! I just a shot a blank in your fucking eye!
Yuri: I also have some dim-dims. You use this word, dim-dims? The bullets that make the head explode? Harry: Dum-dums. Yeah. Yuri: Would you like some of these dim-dims? Harry: I know I shouldn't... but I will. [takes whole case of dum-dums]
Yuri: Plenty of alcoves in Bruges. Ken: Pardon?
Harry: [to Ken] Did I ask you to be his psychiatrist? No. I asked you to fucking kill him.
Harry: I'm glad he likes it there. I'm glad we were able to give him something, something good and happy. Because he wasn't such a bad kid, was he? Ken: Huh? Harry: He wasn't a bad kid, was he?
Ray: [crying] I killed a little boy! [Ken embraces Ray] Ken: Then save the next little boy. Just go away somewhere, get out of this business, and try to do something good. You're not going to help anybody dead. You're not going to bring that boy back...
Ken: [Harry shoots Ken in the leg] Fucking cunt! Harry: Like I'm not going to do nothing to you just because you're standing about like Robert fucking Powell. Ken: Like who? Harry: Like Robert fucking Powell out of Jesus of fucking Nazareth.
Ray: What am I gonna do, Ken? What am I gonna do? Ken: Just keep movin'. Keep on movin'. Try not to think about it. Learn a new language, maybe? Ray: Sure. I can hardly do English. [pause] Ray: That's one thing I like about Europe, though. You don't ...
Canadian Guy: Fucking unbelievable. Ray: What's fucking unbelievable? Canadian Guy: Are you talking to me? Ray: [to himself] He pauses, even though he should just hit the cunt, and he repeats [to the Canadian] Ray: Yes, I am talking to you. What's fu...
Ray: Hey-ho. Drowning your sorrows, huh? Ken: What sorrows? Ray: You know, being a sad, old, ugly little man. Ray: [to the bartender] One gay beer please. Ken: How'd your date go? Ray: My date involved two instances of extreme violence, one instance ...
