- Customs Officer: American?
- Curt: Yeah.
- Customs Officer: Fingerprints.
- Curt: Why?
- Customs Officer: You take our fingerprints. So... we take yours.
- Fireman: Those who find the blooming ferns, enjoy perfect sexual union, unendurable ecstasy, indefinitely prolonged.
- [Last lines. Halfway through the end credits]
- Customs Officer: I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take your fingerprints. Ah, just kidding. Welcome to Latvia and have a great stay.