Brant: A word of advice, girls. If you're picking the wrong fight... at least pick the right weapon.
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Brant: A word of advice, girls. If you're picking the wrong fight... at least pick the right weapon.
Brant: This, lads, is a hurley. Used in the Irish game of hurling - a cross between hockey and murder.
Weiss: I want a lawyer and a sandwich. Oh, and I want to update my Facebook status.
Brant: Do I look like I carry a pencil?
Brant: There he is. There's Breckney. Get an appetite... Whoa! Aaah! Get... Get away! Get them away!
Brant: A word of advice, girls. If you're picking the wrong fight... at least pick the right weapon.
Weiss: I want a lawyer and a sandwich. Oh, and I want to update my Facebook status.
Brant: Do I look like I carry a pencil?
Brant: This, lads, is a hurley. Used in the Irish game of hurling - a cross between hockey and murder.
Brant: The Japs have a word for this type of bare look, didn't they? Nash: Minimalist. Brant: Shite's the word I had in mind.
Nash: You're not supposed to smoke in here. Brant: What are you going to do, shoot me?
Brant: There he is. There's Breckney. Get an appetite... Dunlop: Whoa! Aaah! Get... Get away! Get them away!
Nash: What's this? Brant: Poteen. Irish moonshine. Nash: Isn't this stuff illegal? Brant: I fuckin' hope so. Nash: You drink this poison and you wonder why you get blackouts? Brant: I drink this poison because I get blackouts.
Nash: Did it not occur to you to walk her to the door? What a gent!
Weiss: Wait 'til the papers get a load of this, eh? I'm gonna sue you. And you. And all you fucking pig cunts.
Brant: This is women's work. Just like typing.
Falls: If we can't protect our own, what good are we, Brant? What good are we?
Brant: If I get bounced, I'll do something truly reckless.
Brant: You like a solid phallic symbol between your fingers.
Brant: Something tells me this one is gonna remain unsolved.
Brant: I left you the rest of my crisps, you greedy bugger. What more do you want?
Weiss: Turn around. I wanna see your face when your head explodes!
Brant: You don't wanna believe what you read in the papers, sir.
Brant: Hold on, hold on. Is that a carpet knife?
Weiss: Stop repeatin' everything I say, it's gettin' on my fuckin' tits!
