In Bruges2008

Harry:
[to Eirik, with his eyepatch] Aye-aye!

Yuri:
Take your pick, Mr. Waters.

Harry:
An UZI? Ha, I'm not from South Central Los f***ing Angeles. I didn't come here to shoot 20 black 10-year olds in a f***ing drive-by - I want a normal gun for a normal person.

Yuri:
I knew he wouldn't kill the guy. I could see it in his eyes when I was telling him about the alcoves.

Harry:
...about the what?

Yuri:
The alcoves - the alcoves in the Koningin Astrid Park. Oh, I also have some dimdims. You use this word, "dimdims"? The bullets that make the head explode?

Harry:
"Dumdums", yeah.

Yuri:
Would you like some of these dimdims?

Harry:
I know I shouldn't...

[...]

Harry:
But I will.

Eirik:
Motherf***er.

Harry:
Is he talking to me?

Yuri:
No, Eirik's on your side, Mr. Waters. Your young friend blinded him last night.

Harry:
Ray did?

Eirik:
I was trying to rob him. And he took my gun from me. And the gun was full of blanks. And he shot a blank into my eye. And now I cannot see from this eye ever again, the doctors say.

Harry:
Well, to be honest, it sounds like it was all your fault.

Eirik:
What?!

Harry:
I mean basically, if you're robbing a man and you're only carrying blanks, and you allow your gun to be taken off you, and you allow yourself to be shot in the eye with a blank which I assume that the person has to get quite close to you then, yeah, really, it's all your fault for being such a poof, so why don't you stop whining and cheer the f*** up.

[Eirik, furious, stands up]

Yuri:
Eirik - I really wouldn't respond.

Eirik:
I thought you wanted the guy dead?

Harry:
I do want the guy dead, I want him f***ing crucified. But it don't change the fact that he stitched you up like a blind little gay boy, does it?