"Hafdís: Kristján, please don't take this the wrong way. I only say this because I care about you. But... if you were gay, it would be alright. [He cries and runs away.] Kristján! Kristján, I meant well."

"Mako - Oomiak"

"David Gwillim - Donald Ross"

"Agneta Eckemyr - Freyja"

"Gunnar Öhlund - The Godi (as Gunnar Ohlund)"

"Lasse Kolstad - Erik"

"Erik Silju - Torvald"

"What fame, not even my dogs know me."

"Torsten Wahlund - Sven"

"Sverre Anker Ousdal - Gunnar (as Sverre Ousdal)"

"Niels Hinrichsen - Sigurd"

"Denny Miller - Town Guard"

"Brendan Dillon - The Factor"

"Rolf Søder - The Lawspeaker"

"Donald Sinden - Sir Anthony Ross"

"David Hartman - Prof. Ivarsson"

"Jacques Marin - Captain Brieux"

"Hilmir Snær Guðnason - Hlynur"

"Hanna María Karlsdóttir - Berglind"

"Life is one week. I drop dead each weekend. I'll be dead after I die... and I was dead before I was born. Life is a break from death."

"Baltasar Kormákur - Þröstur"

"Ólafur Darri Ólafsson - Marri"

"Þrúður Vilhjálmsdóttir - Hófí"

"Why don't they show any porn in the morning? It's easier to get the rest up once your dick's up and about. Maybe you'd wake up earlier, at least before it gets dark just to brighten up your day a little. I wonder what sort of a child I was. Was I funny or just plain idiotic? I've never had much luck with the opposite sex. Maybe I'm just sexually retarded."

"My mother works at the Purchasing Institute. My mother is a purchasing institute too."

"The pub, my second home. 35 square meters crammed to bursting point, so crowded and noisy you don't even need to talk or dance. Saturday nights are Friday nights, part II. Everyone is talking about last night, like it's a sequel. Except that everyone who died in part I dies again in part II."

"Hofy lives alone in a three-room apartment and dreams of filling up the other two."

"The Coal Yard flea market. The only serious art museum in Reykjavik. Here you can find Iceland's greatest cultural treasures."

"Christmas Day is the most difficult day of the year... the annual family dinner at my sister Elsa's place."

"Family dinner or a funeral. I'd rather go to a funeral. At least there's one idiot less, then."

"She was almost possessed. Was that what being bisexual is like? Was that the man in her? Compared to her, that trance she was in... I was just a sperm donor. Maybe sex wasn't meant for men."

"So my mother and I have our fingers in the same pie. Of course it can happen to anyone, accidentally fucking someone in the family. What am I supposed to call Lola now? Stepfather?"

"Reykjavik is like some backwater in Siberia. Swirling snow in the dark, not a bird to be seen. Endless weather that makes you wither biting your cheeks, spraying frost in your eyes. Even the ghosts are bored here."

"My heaviest sentence yet. Dinner at the posh villa. I'll never go to bed with a woman again. Well, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Snobville measured in square meters of parquet, the kitchen aroma of roasted pork-ette. Batteries buzzing in pacemakered hearts. A golden retriever barking in a basket and the freezers full of life after death. All paid for by the poor public squandering money on sweets.I USED A CONDOM. I should feel calm. Our bedtime games are over for good. I don't like people, at least, not live. Not one on one."

"The boozer-loser-blues piss-up pick-up place. Old meat served on every table. Recycled jawbones kissing, pickled bollocks in pussy juice. Everybody's had everybody. It's like the waiting room at the VD clinic. Everybody locked up in the same DNA chain. Abortions floating between the tables. This place is haunted by unborn children. It's like the family reunion of a non-existent family."

"What do you mean, it wasn't my baby? I've had nothing but your womb on my brain for half a year... and it wasn't even my baby. How can you be so sure about everything?"

"This is great material for a documentary. "The Icelandic Intercourse." Would you call this typical Icelandic intercourse? I mean, really. This is great stuff. "Children of Nature." It could be a series. Mating habits around the globe. How do the Danes do it? Do all blacks have big ones and all Japs little ones? How do Muslim women come? Or do they come at all? The Jewish blow job? Hasn't anyone studied it? This is really great material. Comparative sexology."

"Our little boy, all of ours. Lola will be his mom and my mom will be his dad. And I'll be his brother but his father too. And the son of his dad and of his grandmother and his mother's ex-lover. How will he turn out, himself?"

"The worst thing about AIDS as a method of suicide is that it takes so long to die from it."

"There they are... my mother the lesbian, and my father the boozer. What am I then? The offspring of a lesbian and a boozer? It's like two birds of different species. The lesbian bird and the boozer bird. The boozer is a wetland bird. He's rather heavy... and needs a good run-up to get off the ground. He can fly for a long time and has good stamina. Several weeks may pass by before he gets back on the ground. In between he lies low and goes on the defensive. Especially for the first days after landing. The lesbian. Unlike the boozer... the lesbian is a relative newcomer to Icelandic nature. She is thought to have migrated from Denmark and Britain. Her only contact with the male bird is during conception. In recent years we have witnessed cases of male birds... who are unable to fly at all. The offspring of a boozer and a lesbian is the Hlynur... an unusually slow developer that can't fly... and remains with his mother for the first 30 years. The Hlynur is defensive by nature, but harmless."

"Mom: Hlynur... there'll be no hash here this Christmas. Just to make that clear. My God, it's about time we quit."

"Victoria Abril - Lola"