The Rum Diary

"We'll nail this bastard to his own front door."

Chenault: "Where are you going?"
Paul Kemp: "Her friend's playing in a band. We're gonna go check it out."
Chenault: "Oh, we wanna come."
Sanderson: "I'll rephrase that: We don't wanna come."

"I've got a tongue... like a towel."

Paul Kemp: "You know what I think? I think we're drinking too much rum."
Sala: "There's no other way."

"You can't fire me, you owe me money, and you better pay it or I'll go to the roof and turn this place into an insurance claim."

"Why don't you go die a slow and agonizingly painful death?"
[to Lottermann]

"Do you smell it? It's the smell of bastards. It's also the smell of truth."

"There are very few places on this island I decline to visit, but the toilets frequented by sailors on the west side of Candado Pier is one."