Mikhail Kokshenov: Kravchuk
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Quotes
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Dyadya Misha : [runs from restaurant] Don't go there! Don't go there! There... There's mafia!
Agent Sokolov : Stop, stop. Be calm, dude. Who's mafia? Who's mafia!
Dyadya Misha : They all are mafia! They all up to one mafia!
Agent Sokolov : Listen to me...
Dyadya Misha : There's their own place!
Agent Sokolov : Dude, be more silently and calmer. Do you know somebody to face?
Dyadya Misha : I know they all! I know they all up to one! All the bandits and all the parasits.
Agent Sokolov : So, do you know Artist?
Dyadya Misha : They all are artists! Try how they dilute this!
[drinks vodka from a bottle]
Dyadya Misha : It is diluted!
[drinks vodka from a bottle]
Dyadya Misha : It is nasty diluted! Look, I understand when we have diluted beer in Odessa but why I come to the liberty country? For have there diluted vodka? Oh, my god! Look... look, can I know your face, can't I?
Agent Sokolov : No, it can't be. What is your name?
Dyadya Misha : My name is dyadya Misha. I'm very known and very respectable man there. Call me "dyadya Misha".
Kravchuk : Dyadya Misha!
Dyadya Misha : Oh! Oh!
Kravchuk : Dyadya Misha!
Dyadya Misha : I told you: I'm very known and very respectable man.
Kravchuk : [throws dyadya Misha's jacket to the ground] Ha-ha!
[goes to restaurant]
Dyadya Misha : He's idiot!
[drinks vodka from a bottle]
Agent Sokolov : [takes dyadya Misha's jacket] Let's go to restaurant? We will sit and talk there. I shall look around and be close.
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Kravchuk : Artist! Give me last chance! I'll kill, I'll throw this agent to the Hell!
Nikita Khrushchev : No, I will throw you to the Hell! I will throw all you to the Hell how I'll do it with damn capitalism! You're fools! You're weeklings! You're pederasts! One their agent - and ours are dead!
Katz : Katz always suggested to surrender, suggested to surrender, suggested to surrender, suggested to...
Kravchuk : [beats Katz] There is no time to surrender! The Sheikh comes tomorrow!
Nikita Khrushchev : And if you show humanism here too...
[removes his boot and knocks it to a tribune]
Nikita Khrushchev : I'll beat you!
Kravchuk : I swear, the Sheikh's operation will be OK! I swear, Artist!
Nikita Khrushchev : Oh, what's about your ear?
[laughs]
Nikita Khrushchev : Why you're such black-eared? What's a abstractionism with you?
Kravchuk : Oh, Artist! Do you think I can get any piece of a leather from our greed people? I take it for implantation from one negro...
Nikita Khrushchev : See, comrade Katz! It's good example of international friendship! I suggest to present all-Union health resort Crimea to the negro comrades!
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Kravchuk : Hey, you, soloist! Now you'll have a duet!
Dyadya Misha : [falls to the room] Oh, my head!
Agent Sokolov : Dyadya Misha? Dyadya Misha!
Dyadya Misha : Oh, he knocked me!
Agent Sokolov : [takes dyadya Misha] Dyadya Misha! Why you're there?
Dyadya Misha : [crying] Because of Sheikh! Think, who I am and who're Sheikh! But they said, you're friend of this Fedya, you shouted it at restaurant! Oh, why I shouted it!... Look, we are friends?
Agent Sokolov : Yes, we are.
Dyadya Misha : They said: if you are friends, you must know where is Sheikh too! But I don't know anything! Do you know, where's Sheikh?
Agent Sokolov : Yes, I know...
Dyadya Misha : I beg you: tell them where's that damn Sheikh, or they'll kill us!
Agent Sokolov : I am ready to this...
Dyadya Misha : But I'm don't ready!
Agent Sokolov : I hope, they will not have enough meanness for kill you.
Dyadya Misha : Don't hope! They grasped Masha!
Agent Sokolov : What? They grasped Masha?
Dyadya Misha : Yes, yes, yes, yes. They torment her already.
Agent Sokolov : Bastards!
[runs to door and knocks it]
Agent Sokolov : Vermins! Cattles! Open the door!
Kravchuk : [comes to the room] What?
Agent Sokolov : Tell the Artist: I'll give Sheikh to him.
Kravchuk : Artist!
[smiles]
Kravchuk : Fedya want tell you: he'll give Sheikh to you!
Dyadya Misha : You're idiot! You're moron! You're degenerate! Son of bitch!
Agent Sokolov : [grins] You speak like a tramp, Artist.
Dyadya Misha : Yes! I'm Artist! I came here not for damn ham and damn jeans! I came here for beautiful art!
[changes to the Artist]
Artist : What roles I have in Odessa because of these damn, untalented directors? "Let's eat"? But here... Oh, here I created my own theatre! Here my talent can create kings and madmen, geniuses and villains!
Agent Sokolov : Yeah, your best roles is villains! Bravo!
[claps]
Agent Sokolov : Take this present from grateful spectators!
[beats Artist's face]
