- Alfred Jæger: What the hell are you doing? Are you shooting my cows?
- Arne: I'm sorry. I didn't know it was yours.
- Alfred Jæger: You're gonna replace that cow, I tell you that! What did you shoot it with?
- Arne: Oh, just this Desert Eagle .50
- Hanne: You're doint it all wrong, Torkild! HAHA!
- Stefan: Hanne, please...
- Hanne: No, don't, Stefan! He's doing it all wrong! HAHA!
- Stefan: Hanne, leave him alone...
- Hanne: No, just a second, Stefan. I've never seen anyone so lousy at blowing eggs! HAHAHA!
- Torkild: [Punches her in the face] NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!
- Peter: Arne, for fuck's sake... can't we have something else besides these freezer pizzas? We've been eating the same shit for a week now, man.
- Arne: Who fixed the oven? I did, right? You fix your own oven! You cook your own dinner and shut the fuck up!... fucking vegetables and all sorts of goodies on this!
- Peter: [Tosses the pizza across the room] Don't wanna fucking eat this shit anymore, man!
- Peter: Now we've got a real refrigerator.
- Carl: Never mind that. Beers should be cooled in the ground. That's just how it is. It's a question of finding the right depth. If it's too shallow, the frost gets them.
- Peter: You want a hand?
- Carl: No, no. Just wait. You'll be digging plenty of holes. It can take years to find your personal depth.
- Peter: How do you know when you've found it?
- Carl: You can taste it. One day, you'll take one out and taste it, - and it's as if the heavens open up for you. All your sorrows are gone. You're at peace with yourself. You're in a state of joy! Earth-cooled joy.