Wallace Bryton: I don't wanna die in Canada!
Ally Leon: It's good to cry. It separates us from the animals. Shows you have a soul.
Wallace Bryton: [fools around with an ivory carving] A walrus saved your life?
Howard Howe: The walrus is far more evolved than any man I've ever known. Present company included.
Wallace Bryton: Thank you!
Howard Howe: [poker face] You're welcome.
Howard Howe: Are you really mourning your loss of humanity? I don't understand. Who in the hell would want to be human? God Almighty... In all of my travels, I've only ever known a human to be an ocean of shit.
Howard Howe: There, there. It'll be all right, Mr Tusk.
Howard Howe: Hello. I am an old man who has enjoyed a long and storied life. And after eons of oceanic adventure, I know I do not wish to spend my remaining years alone while I have some stories to share...
Ally Leon: You! You bring me back. You make me feel beautiful again and cherished. You give me my humanity.
Wallace Bryton: How far is Bifrost from here?
Girl Clerk #2: Bifrost? Shit, that's far.
Girl Clerk #1: [in Canadian accent] It's aboot 2 hours from here.
Wallace Bryton: Yeah, these girls are telling me it's "aboot" two hours away.
Girl Clerk #1: I hate American guys.
Wallace Bryton: [on phone] I'm so scared, this guy means to turn me into an animal or something...
Howard Howe: I'm so very tired Mr. Tusk, battered by a life of cruel fate and poor decisions and the terrible consequences of both.
Howard Howe: You are a kitchen witch of only good fortune.
Howard Howe: To solve a riddle older than the Sphinx. To answer the question which has plagued us since we first crawled from this Earth and stood erect in the sun. Is man, indeed, a walrus at heart?
Howard Howe: Well I became acquainted with a walrus when I was lost at sea.
Howard Howe: Always do sober what you'd do drunk. It will teach you to keep your mouth shut.
Howard Howe: You know I was thinking, The melancholy of losing a limb must be akin to mourning a close friend that you too often took for granted.
Ally Leon: [growing increasingly distraught] Sometimes I forget, that my life is... an intricate, delicate web of lies. And I feel so normal, so banal. It feels so amazing to be boring. And faithful. And sinless. I even forget what we're doing to him. 'Til I remember what he does to me. With all those empty women. And it... crushes me. And I hate him. I hate him. But I hate myself so much more for letting any man do this to me. I'm happy my dad's not alive to see this. To see his only little girl put her life on hold for some cheating fucking asshole. And I just wanna fucking die.
Ally Leon: But every time he destroys me, you... you bring me back. You make me feel beautiful again. Cherished. You give me my humanity. Even though we're stripping it down every time we're doing this, I... honestly... I don't know how to live without you.
Border Agent: A Canadian doesn't get sad. Sadness was made by the USA.
Wallace Bryton: Oh, come on. What does that mean?
Border Agent: [pointing at Canadian flag] Take off, it's true. Right there on our flag. It's right there when you look at it. When you see past that sacred Maple Leaf, you know what you see?
Wallace Bryton: A white wall?
Border Agent: You see that in America - you may be red, white and blue. But in Canada, you're red, white, but never blue, eh?
Howard Howe: Be not vexed or heavy of heart, Mr. Bryton. We two are embarking on an expedition not unlike that of the doomed Anastasia. Their mistake was they look for the monsters out there. They shouldn't have left the dock. The beast has always lied within.
Howard Howe: Your life as you knew it is over, Mr. Bryton. So if you wish to continue living, you will be a walrus, or you'll be nothing at all.
Howard Howe: [hearing ringing cell phone] Well, someone's looking for Wallace... It must be nice to know that somebody cares about you that much. Just what I felt on the island with Mr. Tusk. He was the only living thing that ever had my best interests at heart. As a child, I was not cared for so much as I was... filed away, like a document. A document fed into a shredding machine and fueled by the blood of the innocent.
Guy Lapointe: [with a heavy accent] I am Guy Lapointe. That is my name. Guy Lapointe. And I spend 20 years as the inspector of the Surete du Quebec. And but for the last 10 years of my life, I have been hunting an animal who is doing the masquerade as the man. I have been hunting this Howard Howe. Howard Howe, this elusive, uh... devil made of the flesh. This serial killer who makes the bringing of the blood and terror to the true north.
Guy Lapointe: I... Am very dedicated man and I have sacrificed my life. Too many marriages, any chance at happiness, and very likely, some may say, my, uh... sanity. All in the pursuit of this butcher of the men. And because of this, the solace of the sleep most of the time eludes me. But last night, after you call me, I sleep like the breast-fed baby. And I wake up this morning, in the morning, and I know that in my bones, my quarry is close. And he is so close that I can almost smell his shit. Pardon my French.
Guy Lapointe: The boys on the force nicknamed this killer "The First Wife,"because the first wife doesn't let you talk, she doesn't let you go anywhere, and she does not fuck you.
[no reaction from Ally and Teddy]
Guy Lapointe: See it's... And she don't fuck you.
Guy Lapointe: It's... It's funnier if you've been married a few times.
Guy Lapointe: [revealing prior writing on a notepad by shading over it with a pencil] You see that?
Ally Leon: Wow... That's amazing.
Teddy Craft: They did it in The Big Lebowski.
Guy Lapointe: Do you know, that's exactly where I learned it from. Isn't that weird?
Howard Howe: We survive at all costs. Only to butcher again. And again. Until we ourselves are at last butchered in turn.