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Who drew this? What do you mean, "Who drew this?" I did. Very good. You've got a wonderful line, Ludwig. This shows great artistic promise. Question, how do you intend to penetrate this lowest rudiment? It's 25 inches of reinforced granite masonry, is it not? Digging with the throat-slitter, I expect this would take three to six months of continual effort, during which time several of our members will have been violently executed. You hit the nail on the head, Mr. Gustave. We got fake documents, second-hand street clothes, a rope ladder made of sticks and bunk-linens, but we need digging tools, which are proving hard to come by in this flop-house.
The Grand Budapest Hotel
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YOUNG WRITER: At this point in the story, the old man fell silent and pushed away his saddle of lamb. His eyes went blank as two stones. I could see he was in distress. Are you ill, Mr. Moustafa? I finally asked. Oh, dear me, no. He said. It's only that I don't know how to proceed.
The Grand Budapest Hotel
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May I officiate, by the way? The ceremony? With pleasure. I must say, I find that girl utterly delightful. Flat as a board, enormous birthmark the shape of Mexico over half her face, sweating for hours on end in that sweltering kitchen while Mendl, genius though he is, looms over her like a hulking gorilla.
The Grand Budapest Hotel
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Serge? I'm afraid so. That little prick. No, I don't believe it. They put him up to it. I've been dropped into a nest of vipers. You have an alibi? Of course, but she's married to the Duke of Westphalia. I can't allow her name to get mixed-up in all this monkey business. Your life may be at stake. I know, but the bitch legged it. She's already on board the Queen Nasstasja halfway to Dutch Tanganyika.
The Grand Budapest Hotel