Yasmine: My name is Yasmine. I'm three months pregnant. One day, someone said "Men are born free with equal rights". The world in which I live is the opposite. Who would want to be born to grow up in the chaos and the hate? I've decided to spare him the worst.
Farid: [referring to their wounded friend] We have to take him to the hospital.
Alex: He looks like a Tampax. It's too risky.
Alex: Tom, you go with Farid. You find a room close to the frontier and you wait for us. In the meantime, I'm taking madame and her tampon to the ER. We'll catch up with you guys when we get out of this mess.
Tom: [lighting up weed] Okay, that's my last joint.
Tom: Okay, me second to last... third to last, maximum.
Infirmière urgences: What's going on here?
Yasmine: Please, help us, he's losing a lot of blood.
Infirmière urgences: How did he do that?
Yasmine: I don't know if you're aware, but there's a big mess outside!
Sami: Yas, keep it. The baby; keep it.
Yasmine: I didn't want it to be known. If mom knows that...
Sami: Don't give a damn about the family. It's your life, not theirs.
Tom: Good evening, ladies. Can we get a room?
Gilberte: Everything is possible here. All the rooms are available.
Tom: Well, it's our lucky day.
Gilberte: I don't know. You have a lucky number?
Tom: Two. We can do so many things in twos.
Tom: Don't you want a guy like me? A real man. You probably don't see many in here.
Gilberte: Usually we have truck drivers here. You... you look sensitive.
Farid: He bangs anything that moves.
Tom: [to Gilberte] I'm a sensitive guy.
[points to eyes]
Tom: Look, my sensitivity is right there.
[points to crotch]
Tom: And it's there, too.
Goetz: [upon seeing Tom kissing Gilberte] Well, well, well, you're not doing badly for yourselves! At least you're not gay.
Gilberte: Something wrong?
Tom: Let's say that I didn't think we'd eat like a family, but I'm all right.
Klaudia: It's more cozy.
Tom: [to Farid] Fascist country. I told you that France was ten years behind the USA. Here it comes - finally we have our George Bush.
Klaudia: [about Gilberte] Did you see how she talks to me? I can't take her anymore.
Goetz: Klaudia, do what Gilberte says.
Klaudia: I'm not her dog.
Goetz: Well make an effort! You're going to replace her soon.
Le Von Geisler: [after capturing victims] Hang them up! And skin the fat off of them.
Le Von Geisler: [before slicing Alex's achilles tendon] In Africa, the owners of diamond mines use this method to keep the workers from running away.
Eva: [stroking Yasmine's hair] It's beautiful. I'm gonna have to cut it. Father doesn't like black hair.
[Eva grabs scissors and begins to cut her hair]
Eva: Father says we belong to the perfect race. He came to live here after the big war. Me? They took me from my parents when I was a child. They raised me here, telling me that one day, my parents would come looking for me, if I was smart and did what they said. Father wanted me to grow up quick so I could give him an heir. Then came providence, but our children were born with problems. They're not normal. I'm expecting my fourth. Father says it's because of the blood.
Yasmine: Why are you staying here?
Eva: Because I'm waiting for my parents to come get me. They promised. I know one day they will come to get me. We can't abandon our children like that. I know what I'm talking about. I love mine. When they were born, Father wanted to get rid of them. So Hans and I, we hid them. Now they live in the mine. When I have time, I try to go see them. Without them, I think I'd be dead in here.
Le Von Geisler: [to family at dinner] In tribute to the new mother of our beloved and beautiful family, and to the coming of future events: a birth. If it's a girl, we'll call her Lili. If it's a boy, we'll call him Karl, like his father. We'll unite him and bind him to our dear and beautiful guest, Yasmina... so that this year will be bountiful and propitious of great new developments. We can already hear the wind of victory. Also, I want to tell you that I have decided to turn over the leadership of the family to the only son I'm proud of: Karl Von Geisler.