Louis Corsican: The Evil Fuckaire - he's trisexual!
Lucian Corsican:: Trisexual?
Louis Corsican: Yeah, he'll try anything: men, women, goats, chickens, dogs, mud... anything!
Louis Corsican: I'm so hungry I could eat a bowl of lard with a hair in it!
Louis Corsican: Tickle your buns with a feather! Aheeee!
Louis Corsican: You ever had a taco? I guess they don't have tacos in France. I remember one time this restaurant I used to work... err... I mean, own. They had a contest to see who could eat the most. I ate 143, and I was still hungry, but they had to close the restaurant.
Louis Corsican: I'm your brother, Louis.
Lucian Corsican: Liar, my brother wasn't Mexican.
Louis Corsican: Fuckaire, the only thing I want to say is: you've kept me in a dungeon, and you've beaten me, and you've tortured me, and you even kissed me. And, I want these people to know that the only thing you've really done is make me really, really hungry.