Ville Alfa:
[Ville wakes up when Manne has pushed him] Don't push me! Aren't you afraid that my shoulder might come loose.
Manne:
[when finding out that it is possible to make a direct phone call from Finland to Paris] Blessed the technology!
Harri:
[after being beaten up Manne places a loosen tooth in his car's ahtray] So you put the tooth in there.
Manne:
So I did.
Harri:
Odd bargaining... It is not my business at all, but...
Manne:
[interrupts] Just a moment of silence to honour it, please!
Manne:
[stops a car] I'm a bad person, I'm a nasty person, an unpleasent person. I believe my liver is sick. Could you give me a ride to the airport?