So, when do you come back? 13 days. How about you? I will be here. But what if your schedule changes? Maybe we should exchange phone numbers. No. I will be here.
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What if United States catch you? They deport you. As long as I keep my floor clean, keep my head down, they have no reason to deport me. They have no reason to notice a man like me.
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United Airlines Flight 2703 from Rome, Italy, is now arriving at Gate C43.
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So you never go home? If I go home, I go in the jail for seven years.
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You know what Napoleon give to Josephine when he win Bavaria?
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- You sure? - More than anything, I'm sure of this. Ready?
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Come on. Tell me. I will show you. 13 days from now.
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Tell me.
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I live here. - What? - I live here, in terminal. Gate 67. - You live at the airport? - Yes. Day and night. This home, like you. They tell me to wait. So I wait. All frequent fliers feel the same way you do, Viktor. Everybody's waiting. Everybody. - For a flight, for a meeting... - I don't wait for flight or meeting.
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I was 18 years old when I started working for the airlines. I've been doing this over 20 years. And now there's no more pretending. This is it. It's why my address book is by city, and my pager goes off during dinner. You can switch off pager. I wish I could. I've been waiting for a phone call for seven years. I know it's coming, Viktor. That's why I can't break it off. That's why I live out of hotels and have my little suitcase packed, ready to go, just in case he wants to meet me for the weekend. Yeah. I've been waiting my whole life. Just don't know what the hell for. I'm so sorry.
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- Yeah. - No. - That's the truth. - You are not. I tell everybody I'm 33, and most of the men I've dated think I'm 27, but no. I'm 39. So? I was 39 once.
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- I'm 39 years old. - No.
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Did you know the croissant was invented in Romania? - Tell me. - Okay. It's 1742, and the Turks invade Bucharest, making a surprise attack under the cover of night. But the town bakers... Sorry. So, the bakers? - No, never mind. It's a dumb story. - No, please. I'm sorry, Viktor. Nobody really cares where the croissant was invented. I'll bet the Romanians themselves don't give a shit. I care. Is histories. Is truth.
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Let me see. Enjoy.
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Sorry. So, tonight we have cannellonis or chicken. - Cannelloni, please. - Cannelloni. - Sorry. - Thank you. For you, sir? - Same. - That's a great, great choice. I'll be back.