Dom: My old scoutmaster used to say 'If the shortcut was a shortcut, it wouldn't be called a shortcut, it would be called a route'.

Luke: Why don't we go to... boom! Amsterdam?

Hutch: No, it's too touristy now, isn't it?

Phil: All right, TripAdvisor.

Robert: I'm not getting off my head again.

Dom: Tuscany?

Phil: Yeah, good wines.

Luke: No.

Phil: Germany, then?

Luke: Nein.

Dom: Belgium?

Luke: Belgium? Mate, no one's ever been to Belgium by choice. What are you on about? What's in Belgium?

Dom: Beers that are, like, 42% or something.

Phil: [hiking in the rain] Oh, this is awful in almost every conceivable way.

Dom: There are some, Phil, who consider this character building.

Phil: Quite frankly, right now, Sweden can lick my bridge. Lick your what?

Dom: My bridge. Jesus Christ, the bridge.

Phil: Oh, you mean the perineum.

Dom: Yeah, the gooch. The bridge.