The Darjeeling Limited

Peter:
I love the way this country smells. I'll never forget it. It's kind of spicy.

Francis:
I'll take the bottom bunk because I'm the oldest and my ankle's fractured.

Francis:
Did you just f*** that Indian girl?

Jack:
Ah, bon soir. Sil vou plais, je voudrais un verre de lait au chocolat et une soupe de oignon et un sandwich avec... How do you say grilled cheese? [mumbled French on from the phone] Merci, exactement, merci beaucoup.

Jack:
(While Francis and Peter are fighting) Stop including me!

Brendan:
We haven't located us yet.

Patricia:
"Maybe we could express ourselves more fully when we say it without words."

Jack:
[on the phone with Jack's Ex-Girlfriend] Where are you?

Jack's Ex-Girlfriend:
I'm here.

Jack:
I didn't say you could come here.

Jack's Ex-Girlfriend:
Can I come there?

[long pause]

Jack:
Okay.

Jack's Ex-Girlfriend:
How long have you had this hotel room?

Jack:
: I don't know.

Jack's Ex-Girlfriend:
More than a week?

Jack:
More than a week.

Jack's Ex-Girlfriend:
More than a month?

Jack:
More than a month.

Jack's Ex-Girlfriend:
How much does it cost?

Jack:
I think around... 750 million Euros, or something.

Jack's Ex-Girlfriend:
Are you running away from me?

Jack:
I thought I already did.

Jack's Ex-Girlfriend:
Whatever happens in the end, I don't want to lose you as a friend.

Jack:
I promise, I will never be your friend. No matter what. Ever.

Jack's Ex-Girlfriend:
If we f***, I'm going to feel like sh*t in the morning.

Jack:
That's okay with me.

Jack's Ex-Girlfriend:
I love you. I never hurt you you on purpose.

Jack:
I don't care.

Jack:
Wouldn't it be great if we heard a train go by in the distance?

Peter:
Not really.

Francis:
It'd probably be annoying.

Jack:
What did he say?

Peter:
He said the train is lost.

Jack:
How can a train be lost? It's on rails.

Jack:
He's gonna have a kid in six weeks.

Francis:
Who?

Jack:
Him. Rubby. He doesn't want you to know.

Francis:
Rubby?

Jack:
Yeah, you know, Rubby. [Jack imitates Peter's recurrent action of rubbing his temples to relieve his headaches]

Francis:
[Laughs]

Francis:
You don't love me!

Peter:
Yes I do!

Jack:
I love you too but I'm gonna mace you in the face!

Jack:
You wanna read a short story I wrote in France?

Francis:
How long is it?

Jack:
What?

Francis:
How long is it?

Jack:
How long is it? Never mind, forget it.

Peter:
I'm gonna go pray at another thing.

Peter:
F*** the itinerary.

Peter:
Well, I'm not crazy about the part where I start screaming at the mechanic. That never happened.

Francis:
I tried my hardest. I don't know what else to do.

Francis:
Dad's bags aren't gonna make it!

Jack:
You're bleeding like crazy!

Jack:
Did you get maced too?

Brendan:
Because I have alopecia.

Patricia:
I told you not to come here.

Patricia:
I live here. These people need me.

Patricia:
Yes, the past happened. But it's over, isn't it?

Rhett:
Have you slept with anyone?

Jack:
: No. Have you?

[long pause]

Rhett:
No.

Jack:
That was a long pause.

Hotel Chevalier:
Rhett: What the f*** is going on here?