What are you looking at? Go back to work. Thank you.
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Excuse me.
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- I have to work. - He will wait.
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This is jazz. My father, Dimitar Asenov Navorski, see this photograph in Hungarian newspaper, 1958. He say he look at photograph for seven days. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday... Who are they? Count Basie, Dizzy Gillespie, Thelonious Monk, Sonny Rollins, Art Blakey, Max Kaminsky. 57 of them all together. After looking at photograph for seven days, my father has idea. He begin to write letters to club, Lickety Split, Snookie's Sugar Bowl. He ask the nuns to write English. Hundreds letters. And then he wait. He wait month, week, year. My father wait 40 year. And they all sign names. One by one. They all write their name and send it to my father. All but not one. Benny Golson. Saxophone. My father die before Benny Golson write his name and send to my father. So I make him promise. I keep promise. I promise I will go New York, find Benny Golson, have him write name to put in can. And you've been living here so you could do this for your father? Maybe I think he do it for me.
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He waits for you to answer at Sbarro.
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Why Viktor Navorski? That's something a guy like you could never understand.
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What's going on? It's Navorski. He's figured out the quarters.
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I told you to stay away from me, Viktor. But you didn't understand. - I think you were confused. - No, I confused about everything. I not confused... Not this. Not this.
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And what's in the can of peanuts?
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Rejoice in the streets as well as in their local taverns. The Krakozhian flag waved goodbye from high atop the parliament buildings. It is a clear sign of the power...
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What's he doing? I can't ask him. I'm supposed to tell him what he's doing. If I ask him, I look like an idiot.
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Excuse me, buddy.
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Why are you doing this? Huh?
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You built this for me? Please. Sit. Don't get wet.
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- Sorry, buddy. - Honey!
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Oh... it no work. It should shoot, big water up to ceiling.
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All right, everybody. Let's raise your glasses. Let's have a toast to my friend, Viktor "The Goat." May he never lose his country again. Krakozhia. Amelia. You here early. Hello. Amelia, look. Peace. Peace. The war. The war. Please come. Come. See, the war, the war Krakozhia is over. Peace. The war is over.