Ken : Well, I'm having a really nice time. I'm not sure it's really his cup of tea. Ken : You know, I'm not sure it's really his thing. Harry : What do you mean it's not really his thing? What's that supposed to mean? It's not really his thing. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Ken : Nothing, Harry. Harry : It's a fairytale town, isn't it? How's a fairytale town not somebody's fucking thing? How can all those canals and bridges and cobbled streets and those churches, all that beautiful fucking fairytale stuff, how can that not be somebody's fucking thing, eh?
Ken : What I think I meant to say was Ken : Yeah, there's swans Harry : How can fucking swans not fucking be somebody's fucking thing, eh? How can that be? Ken : Coming up?
Ray : What's up there? Ken : The view. Ray : The view of what? The view of down here? I can see that down here. Ken : Ray, you are about the worst tourist in the whole world. Ray : Ken, I grew up in Dublin. I love Dublin. If I grew up on a farm, and was retarded, Bruges might impress me but I didn't, so it doesn't. Ken : Harry, let's face it. And I'm not being funny.
I mean no disrespect, but you're a cunt. You're a cunt now, and you've always been a cunt. And the only thing that's going to change is that you're going to be an even bigger cunt. Maybe have some more cunt kids. What have they done? You fucking retract that bit about my cunt fucking kids! Ken : I retract that bit about your cunt fucking kids. Harry : Insult my fucking kids? That's going overboard, mate! Ken : I retracted it, didn't I?
Overweight Man : Been to the top of the tower? Ray : Yeah Overweight Man : It is? The guide book says it's a must see. Ray : Well you lot ain't going up there. Overweight Man : Pardon me? Ray : I mean, it's all winding stairs. I'm not being funny. Overweight Man : What exactly are you trying to say? Ray : What exactly am I trying to say? You's a bunch of fuckin' elephants. Ray : Come on, leave it fatty!
