Kruh in mleko Page #3

---

I'm movin' on, movin' on!

...no, I told him, I told you... | -You told me!

You told me that the engine | was renovated...

I said that you should've | changed the washer.

Who are you hitting? | Think you're Rambo?

I'm f***in' sick of you. | -You're Rambo...

Look who's here, fellas! Ivan! | Where the hell have you been?

Look, we're just playing.

Sit down! -Now you can | play, the table's full!

Oh, here's our girl! -Jasna, | sweetheart... gimme a schnaps!

The drinks are on me, | or better on the Fishing club.

Do you have any dineros? | -What?

How much do you have? | -I've got millions!

You're going to cry...

Take it easy! | -What's wrong?

What do you have with my son? | What do you... -No wait, Ivan!

Ivan... Calm down! | -Sorry, sorry.

Are we gonna play or not?

-Is the bread black or white? | -Let's play! -Half white...

Your eyes... are sparkling | in a special light, I told her...

Give us a break! | -Are you losing?

It's the loser, who always | rattles on! F***in' hippy!

Get a haircut!

Aah! -You can even have | my sister for that one!

Your eyes... are sparkling | in a special light...

and then I asked here: | Do you want to make love?

Do you want to make love!!! | -Stop it! Stop it!

Hello! Police? I'm calling from | the Tavern. Yeah, the waitress...

There's a fight here! Come quick?

No no... -Wait,... here you go. | -... come on, you got it all...

Sit down, sit down nicely... | on the chair... nice'n'easy...

Where's the bread? | -Under the table...

Under the table?

Cut the crap... | where's the waitress?

I found the bread!

Slowly...

You gave him a drink again! | You gave him a drink again!

Hey lady! Calm down!

Leave me alone! | -You gave him a drink again!

Leave me alone!

Let go of me!

Sh*t!

Robi... sonny... mama,

mama... said...

Iater... tomorrow...

Gimme a break!

Screw her!

Ma'am, come on. Go home. | It all be alright, just go home.

OK? -OK.

Get the hell out! I don't want to | see you here again. Is that clear?

What are you yelling for, idiot. | People are sleeping.

People are sleeping | Intelligent people are sleeping...

Dad!

Hey, let go of me... | hey, let me go!

I'm going in!

Let me go!

Let go of me... | Let me go...

Mama!!! Mama!!!

Mama!!!

Who... who made this mess? | Who made... this mess? Who?

IF THIS TOWN IS EDEN, | THEN THIS TAVERN IS THE APPLE

Hey wind-vagabond, | give us your hand,

lazy moon, sooner behind us, | we keep moving on...

I'll take you to the seashore, | we'll go to Budva,

'cause the pebbles there | are nicer than here...

and then I'm gonna buy | a rubber boat, with a motor...

You'll drive it, Robi.

Then we'll gather sea urchins, | and dry them in the sun...

Just the three of us, three.

Now I'm gonna go home, | quickly... quickly home,

quickly home, quickly home...

white, white bread... | no, it's half white and half...

black bread and white bread...

Sonja...

Sonja, my sunshine...

Sonja...

Robi! | Robi open up!

did you say | skimble skamble

pinch me | kiss me

I'm trembling

I was hit by a mountain,

but not everything trembled.

for Armando

for the Rumanian

and for all others

between heaven and hell

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes