Vet hard

Katja Wielaard:
Have you had any other girls?

Koen Mast:
Living ones? No, only you. And my mother.

Katja Wielaard:
Isn't that illegal?

Koen Mast:
That was in Belgium.

[in a driving airplane]

Martin:
We're gonna crash!

Bennie:
But we haven't even taken off yet!

Bennie:
This is Vuk. He's into electricity.

Martin:
Electricity? But there's nothing wrong with that.

[Vuk is electrocuted and falls to the ground]

Bennie:
Yup. There is now.

[Katja knocks Bennie to the ground with her I.V. stand]

Katja Wielaard:
You still had that one coming, you idiot! Nobody, and certainly no fatso with a hood, can tell me what to do! Fat bastard! Filthy, retarded...

[Bennie shoots Katja, she falls to the ground]

Bennie:
I'm not fat.

[repeated line]

Katja Wielaard:
I need to pee!

[Flight attendant Jeanette is helping an injured Vuk]

Jeanette:
Easy, the ambulance will be here shortly.

[Ambulance falls from the sky, crushing Jeanette and Vuk]

Moroccan mother:
Couldn't you find another road? You keep talking about integration, they should integrate this road!

Jennifer:
Hello, dear hostage takers. My name is Jennifer and I am here for you. Together we can overcome this crisis, as long as we trust each other.

[Bennie shoots her through her megaphone]

[Peter's outrageously stupid plan to get Koen out of prison has gone awry]

Peter:
I didn't count on the dog.

Bennie:
Shut up!

Milo:
That's Vuk, my cousin. He's pretty good with electricity. For that meat ball paradise of yours; he can link up stuff.

Bennie:
I don't need your F***.

Koen Mast:
[on the phone] I'm robbing a bank! I have them all at gun point! [pauses] And now?

Peter:
[explaining his plan] Okay. Bennie, this is you.

[takes a thick bottle]

Bennie:
[looks at Peter angrily]

Peter:
[takes a thin bottle] Then eh... this is you. Okay. During visiting hours you sign in, and then the guards take you to Koen. And Koen is located here, in the middle of the square. In the meantime, we place a crane worker in one of the alleys next to the prison. And when we place the crane so that it, at its maximum height, makes a 45 degree angle, together with that pole, we shoot a grappling hook with a bungee chord and a heavy cable. And that we attach to this pole. So the only thing you'll need to to is grab hold of Koen and cut the chord...

[demonstrates with the bottles]

Peter:
And at an open area nearby we have placed some mattresses, where you'll land. And the car's there too, so we can drive straight back to the Netherlands.

Martin:
[laughs at the hilariously stupid idea]

Bennie:
Fine. We'll do it.

Martin:
Bennie, what we don't understand is that this guy's only had some parking tickets and for that he's in the best secured prison of Belgium.

Bennie:
Life ain't fair.

Bennie:
[Koen is robbing a bank] It's Koen. He's at the bank, having some trouble filling in his deposit form.

[Koen has the bank attendant fill his bag with cash; she finds a gun in it]

Bank attendant:
Excuse me, is this yours?

Koen Mast:
Ah yes, that's right. [takes gun] Merci.

[Koen talks to Katja in the middle of a car chase; Bennie is driving]

Koen Mast:
What's your name?

Katja Wielaard:
Katja.

Koen Mast:
You said something about a funeral?

Katja Wielaard:
That's the funeral of a girl who committed suicide because of a broken heart.

Bennie:
[driving] Hello!

Koen Mast:
What's that girl's name?

Katja Wielaard:
Katja.

Bennie:
Could you quit that yapping? I'm trying to concentrate here, okay!

Martin:
[about Koen] Bennie, he murdered five women! And raped them!

Bennie:
[about the rapes] Jees man, they didn't feel a thing. They were dead already.

Dr. John:
Hello, Mr. Mast. Does it hurt when I press here? [presses]

Johan Mast:
[screams, and punches the doctor]

[Bennie talks to Dr. John, who is treating a moaning man]

Bennie:
Hey. Hey, you. My father just told me he's been given up. And you say you can't do anything.

Dr. John:
Not much. I'm afraid Mr. Mast is no longer a candidate for an organ donation.

Bennie:
Come again?

Dr. John:
Mr. Mast has a very poor condition and is already at an old age...

Bennie:
Because he's had a tough life! I'd like to see you at that age! [to the moaning man] When do you ever shut up, man! I'm talking to the doctor!

Dr. John:
You don't understand. There just aren't enough donors.

Bennie:
I can get a few accidentally run-over homeless bums here within an hour.

Dr. John:
[laughs nervously] The donor must be of the same blood type, preferably a relative...

Bennie:
[kicks the moaning man] *I* am a relative.

Milo:
[Bennie is scrubbing Mast's old Mercedes] Hey look, he's still scrubbing his dad's rusty piece of crap. Say, did you bury the old guy already, or are you gonna wait 'till he's dead?

Bennie:
[pulls the Moroccan mom from her car] Keys! [mom nods] Keys! Ke-heys! [she nods again] Keys! [Moroccan dad gives the keys]