Zero asked me about my humble beginnings in the hotel trade. I was, perhaps, for a time, considered the best Lobby Boy we'd ever had at the Grand Budapest.
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Dmitri.
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This is van Hoytl's exquisite portrayal of a beautiful boy on the cusp of manhood. Blond, smooth. Skin as white as that milk. Of impeccable provenance.
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Wait here quietly. please. That picture, Boy with Apple, is priceless. Understand? Congratulations, Monsieur Gustave!
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The war.
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Oh, yes, yes, of course. If I learn you ever once laid a finger on my mother's body, living or dead, I swear to God, I'll out your throat! You hear me? I thought I was supposed to be a fucking faggot.
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MR. MOUSTAFA: The details of the conspiracy, now a matter of public record, were, at that time, impossible for us to apprehend.
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Our village was burned to the ground and those who managed to survive were forced to flee. I left because of the war.
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I see. So you're, actually, really more of a refugee, in that sense?
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What a bloody idiot I am. Pathetic fool.
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One last thing.
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You'll need these for the dining car.
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Are you fucking kidding me? CLOTILDE: Excusez-moi.
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Get in.
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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.
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That's more than I'd pay an actual dealer, and you wouldn't know Chiaroscuro from chicken giblets. No, 1.5 is correct. But I'll tell you what, if I die first, and I most certainly will, you will be my sole heir. There's not much in the kitty except a set of ivory-backed hairbrushes and my library of romantic poetry, but when the time comes, these will be yours, along with whatever we haven't already spent on whores and whiskey. This is our sacred bond. I'll draw it up right now.
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Let's make a solemn blood-pact. We'll contact the black market and liquidate Boy with Apple by the end of the week, then leave the country and lay low somewhere along the Maltese Riviera until the troubles blow over and we resume our posts. In exchange for your help, your loyalty and your services as my personal valet, I pledge to you 1.5% of the net sale price. 1.5? Plus room and board.