Right, with me. Come on. All right, jug, rug, flowers. Right, grab that.
The Death of Stalin
18.7s
...sucking the cocks and balls of Zionist... New York... New York Zionist queers in petticoats. Look at them. You see? Those brain thieves. - Do not translate this. - I see you. Heed me. - There's food next door, gentlemen. - I'm Stalin's son! You will not take me down. I will not go down! Please, this side. I'm sorry. I apologise.
The Death of Stalin
17.4s
Trophy hunting, comrade? Oh, Svetlana. No, no. I was... We were just about to make a toast to your father's health and I know he kept some fine vodka here somewhere. Well, better you find it than my brother. Ah, yes. Vasily.
The Death of Stalin
11.9s
I'm going to give everyone in Red Square a voucher permitting one kick each to his stupid face. Is he asking for some delicious hay? No, he said something quite complicated about a voucher system.
The Death of Stalin
13.4s
Foreigners. A vile crime has been perpetrated. Hairy monsters in coats have scooped out my father's brain and sent it to America. And these traitors, sucking the cocks and balls...
The Death of Stalin
4.5s
- Never mind. Swap. - No. - Just swap with me. - I said no.
