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20.5s
Let's put on our disguises. We're wearing them. No, we're not. We said false whiskers and fake noses and so on. You didn't bring any? I thought you were growing one. And it wouldn't look realistic, would it? No, when done properly, they're perfectly convincing. But I take your point. So be it. Give me a few squirts of L'air de Panache, please, will you?
The Grand Budapest Hotel
46s
"My dear and trusted colleagues..." I miss you deeply as I write from the confines of my regrettable and preposterous incarceration. Until I walk amongst you again as a free man, the Grand Budapest remains in your hands, as does its impeccable reputation. Keep it spotless and glorify it. Take extra special care of every little-bitty bit of it as if I were watching over you like a hawk with a horse whip in its talons, because I am. Should I discover a lapse of any variety during my absence, I promise, swift and merciless justice will descend upon you. A great and noble house has been placed under your protection. Tell Zero if you see any funny business. "Your devoted Monsieur Gustave." Then there's a poem, but we might want to start on the soup since it's 46 stanzas.
The Grand Budapest Hotel
19s
"A moist, black ash dampens the filth of a dung-dark rat's nest "and mingles with the thick scent of wood rot "while the lark song of a guttersnipe..." JOPLING: I never trusted that butler. He's too honest. DMITRI ON PHONE: Too honest, you say? JOPLING: Mmm-hmm. Right, well, be that as it may, find him quick and make it snappy.
The Grand Budapest Hotel
38.4s
Checkpoint 19 ain't no two-bit hoosegow. You got broad-gauge iron bars on every door, vent and window. You got 72 guards on the floor and 16 more in the towers. You got a 325-foot drop into a moat full of crocodiles. But, like the best of them, it's got a soft spot, which in this case happens to take the form of a storm-drain sewer system dating from the time of the original rock fortification way back in the Middle Ages. Now, nobody's saying it's a stroll down a tree-lined promenade with a fine lady and a white poodle, but it's got what you'd call "vulnerability," and that's our bread and butter.
The Grand Budapest Hotel