Hans: My wife is sitting on a chair someplace. Some gray place. I thought she’d be in Heaven, but she’s sitting on a chair with a bullet in her head. I thought they’d have cleaned that kind of stuff up.
Marty: Maybe you’ve just eaten too many hallucinogenic cactuses tonight, Hans.
Hans: Nothing to do with the hallucinogens.
Marty: But you’ve just seen Myra on a chair with a bullet through her head.
Hans: In some gray place.
Marty: England?
Hans: It seemed a lot worse than that.
Marty: Wow.

Hans: “As Ghandi said…”
Billy: “Oh, you too? If it ain’t Ghandi, Jesus christ!”
Hans: “An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind. I believe that whole heartedly.”
Billy: “No it doesn’t. There’ll be one guy left with one eye. How’s the last blind guy going to take out the eye of the last guy left whose still got one eye left. All that guy has to do is run away and hide behind a bush. Ghandi was wrong. It’s just that nobody’s got the balls to come out and say it.