Why are you just standing there, you idiot? I'm not speaking English am I? Wouldn't it...

Arkosh Kovash: [in Hungarian] Why are you just standing there, you idiot? I'm not speaking English am I? Wouldn't it make sense to find someone who could talk to me so you could find the person that set me on fire, perhaps? He is the Devil. You've never seen anyone like Keyser Soze in all your miserable life, you idiot. Keyser Soze. Do you at least understand that? Keyser Soze. The Devil himself. Or are you American policemen so stupid that you haven't even heard of him? Keyser Soze, you ridiculous man. KEYSER SOZE.

Well, no, no, he's all fucked up. I can't hear you. Will you shut up? I'm on the phone. Yes. Well, no, no. Not till I put a man on him. Listen, send me someone who can speak Hungarian. Yeah, he's awake. He's talking like a Thai hooker. Keyser Soze. - What? - Keyser Soze! Keyser Soze! Keyser Soze. No shit? Joel, come in. Yeah. Call Dan Metzheiser over at Justice, and find Dave Kujan from Customs. Verbal, this is Agent Kujan from Customs. Nice to meet you. He wants to ask you a few questions before you go. - What about? - About a Dean Keaton, mostly. But I'd like to start at the lineup back in New York. - Can I get some coffee? - In a while. Let's talk about the lineup. I'm really thirsty. I used to dehydrate as a kid. One time, I got so bad my piss come out like snot. I'm not kidding. It was all thick and gooey... I'll get your fucking coffee.