Smala Sussie

Pölsa:
Pölsa has no fear, because he got a lot of beer.

Erik:
Who killed Sussie?

Pölsa:
It wasn't me! Um, and nobody else either.

Erik:
Pölsa, there are four junkies getting stoned in your couch!

Pölsa:
Only four? Damn it, should be full of folks today!

Biografmaskinisten:
As you can see, the movie ended here. They forgot to send the last reel. Yeah I know, it sucks. But I'll try to fix this.

Biografmaskinisten:
Hi, it's me. I'm fine. How are you? Hey, you've seen Pulp Fiction, right? How does it end? Uh-huh. Sounds complex. What about the negro? OK, bye.

Biografmaskinisten:
I'm sorry to tell you this, but John Travolta dies. Bruce Willis shoots him as he comes out of the bathroom. But things worked out for the negro, anyway.

Gerd:
How much do you know?

Erik:
About what?

Pölsa:
That we were the ones who shot Sussie, for example! Did you know that?

Gerd:
Are you completely brainwashed?

Billy Davidsson:
We do occasionally get some tips. Do you know anyone by the name of Keyser Soze? Tony Montana?

Sandra:
No.

Billy Davidsson:
You don't. OK. They're not registered anywhere.

Erik:
Pölsa, det sitter fyra knarkare i din soffa

Pölsa:
Fyra bara? Den ska ju va fullsatt.