- [About Morris the stalker of the German opera singer]
- Eddie: He left one day, gave the landlord his personal belongings with the instructions to do whatever he wants with them - which upsets me because it doesn't sound to me like he's got a plan b.
- Morris: Hello my American friend.
- Eddie: Let me make myself perfectly clear: If you touch a hair on her head I will hunt you down in this life and in the next.
- Morris: I feel for you. Time is running out and you're frustrated.
- Eddie: No you're frustrated, Morris. I'm jammin' all your frequencies and I'm all over you.
- Fiona: Hello?
- Eddie: Hi, remember me?
- Fiona: No, I don't think I could forget you Eddie, even with therapy.
- Eddie: God, I like you so much better with some distance between us.
- Fiona: Well then back up just a few more steps. Keep going until you hit America. Look whatd'you want - your sourness is ruining my sauce.
- Eddie: Listen, I forgot my razor. I was wondering if you could put it in a bag and leave it on the porch. I already sent somebody over to pick it up.
- Fiona: I can't touch you razor, I haven't had the proper shots. Besides doesn't you and your girlfriend like the rough look?
- Eddie: What're you talking about?
- Fiona: You should pick up a newspaper from time to time. Your razor awaits.