Steve: Shit, I've left Gordon's foot on the coach... sorry mate.
Steve: Just saw a geezer in a balaklava with a suitcase... No... more of a travel bag.
Gordon: Shall I make a cup of tea?
Steve: [In response to Bill saying he likes Maggie] No offence mate, but you've got more chance of getting shit from a rocking horse.
Steve: You FOUND a pie?
Richard: There are no bears in Hungary. Unless we've crossed the border into Romania, in which case there ARE bears. If we're in Serbia, then... I don't know.
Harris: That's really interesting, Richard. Tell me something: are bears required to stop at borders? Is there some sort of, I don't know, passport control for bears?
Gordon: [after he's lost half his leg and been in a bus crash] I think I've broken my arm
George: [takes out the rocket launcher from the case] You label terrorist on it, and I'll kill it.
Gordon: I cooked it for the whole hour.
Coach Driver: [cursing in Hungarian] ... Bob Marley! Bob Marley!
Flamethrower Killer: [yelling at Jill in Hungarian then voice turns sarcastic] Palisade.
Jill: You've made a recruitment video for the Hitler Youth.
Richard: [Talking to Maggie about Palisade Defence, a weapons company] It's a public company. Members of both our governments are on the board. They're not going to do anything immoral!
Steve: You've got about as much chance of getting shit out of a rocking horse!