A chilling vision of the House of Saddam Hussein comes to life through the eyes of the man who was forced to become the double of Hussein's sadistic son.

[after Uday has kidnapped a school-girl off the street]
Uday Hussein: Don't fucking look at me like that.
Latif Yahia: Like what?
Uday Hussein: Like that. I know that fucking look. I know what you're thinking. Think what the fuck you like. I like cunt. I want cunt. I see a cunt, I want to fuck it. I don't care. I love my country. I love my mother, father. But I love cunt more than I love God!
Latif Yahia: I wrote to my mother once a week. She's going to think that I got killed in Iran.
Munem: Inshallah.
Latif Yahia: Inshallah? My family are going to think that I'm dead.
Munem: Let them think you died a martyr. I know it's difficult, but it's what Uday wants. He will accept nothing less.
Latif Yahia: She will be knocking on the door of every hospital in Baghdad.
Munem: When you say your prayers tonight, when you turn out the light and close your eyes, this is what you should be saying to yourself: "Latif Yahia is dead. He died in Iran. May God have mercy on him. Now I am Uday Saddam Hussein."
Munem: Please be clear about this, Latif. Uday has chosen you. You belong to him. You have about five minutes to think about this. Before a car pulls up outside your house in Al-Adhamiya and your family, everyone one of them - your father, your mother, your sisters and brothers; is thrown into Abu Ghraib. God willing, they will die quickly. I've said too much. You have about two minutes left.
Yassem Al-Helou: [about Uday] Poor child never knows what to wear. He changes his mind every five minutes. Depends on what car he's driving. Honestly, habibi, that boy - he wears me out.
Uday Hussein: Didn't you once paint a picture of my father? You still have it?
Latif Yahia: I gave it to you.
Uday Hussein: I have an awful feeling I told him I did it myself.
Uday Hussein: [referring to Latif's televised speech] Are you watching?
Qusay: He didn't fool me, my brother.
Uday Hussein: You can tell? How?
Qusay: For one thing, he's sober. And second, he's not foaming at the mouth.
Uday Hussein: I had a word with Dr. Linz. He says your cock's too big. We need to make a surgical reduction.
Latif Yahia: A what?
Uday Hussein: Chop a bit off.
Latif Yahia: What?
Uday Hussein: Not much. Just a teeny-weeny.
Latif Yahia: Not much?
Uday Hussein: My cock is well-known in Baghdad. The women, they talk.
[pause]
Uday Hussein: I'm just joking with you, you fuck!
Uday Hussein: [to Latif] I will never let you go. I will *never* let you go.
[kisses Latif's neck]
Uday Hussein: I love you too much.
Saddam Hussein: [about Uday] I should have gelded him at birth.
Sarrab: Who's this?
Uday Hussein: Latif? He's my brother. Nobody must know, but Saddam; he has three sons. You tell anybody this, I will have to cut your tongue out with a razor and feed it to the cat.
Uday Hussein: [to Latif, about having sex with a transvestite] I quite enjoyed it. It hurt like hell. I thought I would need stitches.
[last lines]
Ali: Clear the area! Move!
Uday Hussein: [to Latif, moments before being shot in the genitals] Latif?
Munem: Latif is the best we could find. And we looked.
Uday Hussein: Well I have to have him.
Uday Hussein: Justice? Compassion? Fuck this!
[first lines]
Azzam: [to Latif] Hey.
Sarrab: Poor Uday. Sometimes I think he wants to fuck himself to death.
Uday Hussein: Latif? I can't sleep.
Latif Yahia: Take a pill.
Saddam Hussein: [to Latif] God is great. He gave me two sons. Now I have three.
Uday Hussein: [to Latif] You call this man a pimp?
Latif Yahia: [to Uday] You are asking me to extinguish myself.