Rafi: [into the mirror] You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me?
Torrente: And I don't hit you because I know you like it!
Barman: Torrente! What's it gonna be?
Torrente: The usual.
Torrente: [after drinking more than 8 glasses of whisky] Got the time?
Barman: Midnight. One more?
Torrente: No. I've just started my shift.
Torrente: Let's go guys! To Torremolinos! Torrente's paying!
Torrente: [to Rafi, after snorting some cocaine] Want some?
Rafi: Drugs, right?
Torrente: Damn right.
Rafi: But it's bad.
Torrente: What's bad about it? Here's a drug. Does it bite? Scratch? Grab your balls? What's so bad?
Torrente: [about washing hands in a bathroom] After? Look, kid. Some men washem before they piss. Some wash after. I wash before. Why? My cock is sacred. It should be worshipped. It's the earth core, the hosepipe to happiness. Do the same.
[in a car, during a surveillance operation]
Torrente: This is the worst part. Waiting for things to happen. Wanna jerk off?
Rafi: [baffled] What?
Torrente: Jerk each other off.
Rafi: You and me?
Torrente: Of course!
Torrente: For fun. You stroke me and I stroke you. Just to relax, no queer shit. Nothing queer.