Narrator: Sometimes in a man's life stuff happens that makes everyone go quiet. So quiet that no one even dares talk about it. Not to anyone, not even to themselves. Not in their head and not out loud. Not a fucking word. Cos everything has somehow got stuck. There, deep in the fields, under the trees and the leaves, year after year. Then, suddenly it all comes back. Just like that, from one day to the next. No matter how long ago it was, there will always be someone to bring it all back. Because no matter what you do or think, one thing is for sure. You're always fucked. Now, tomorrow, next week or next year, until the end of time. Fucked.
Jacky Vanmarsenille: My whole life I've known nothing but animals... I've always felt just like these bulls here, never knowing what it's like to protect someone. Calves, a herd, like a wife, children... Really having to protect them, cos you have to... cos it's in your nature.
Jacky Vanmarsenille: I haven't got what I'm supposed to have.
Sam Raymond: You know what's wrong with you?... You've got no balls!
Charles Richter: Go on, those Walloons don't understand a fuckin' word we say.
Sam Raymond: OK. OK. Piss off, partner. I'll screw yours too then, but you're paying.