That fucking faggot! He’s a concierge. What are you doing here? M. GUSTAVE
The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014)
DMITRI
A screenplay character in The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014).
- lines
- 6
- words
- 454
- scenes
- 2
- dialogue
- 3.2%
- avg words / line
- 76
- shortest / longest
- 10 / 208
Sample dialogue
Holy fuck! What’s the meaning of this shit? Marguerite, Laetizia, and Carolina all look. They seem confused. They respond simultaneously: MARGUERITE “Boy with Apple”? I thought you’d hidden it. LAETIZIA It’s been missing two weeks. I assumed it went to the tax-appraiser. CAROLINA Why are you only noticing now? Dmitri shakes his head, speechless. He says finally, in angry shock: DMITRI Are you fucking kidding me? Clotilde has materialized. Dmitri turns to her. Marguerite, Laetizia, and Carolina turn to her, also. Clotilde’s voice cracks and quivers as she says: CLOTILDE I believe it was removed by M. Gustave. Pause. Dmitri grabs the wood-cut off the wall and slams it (punching a thick hole through the center) over a small marble discus-thrower. INT. TRAIN CAR. NIGHT A third-class compartment on the over-night to Gabelmeister’s Peak. Students, peasants, and laborers sleep among rucksacks and baskets on hard benches and shelves lining the walls. M. Gustave and Zero whisper to each other from their bunks near the ceiling on either side of the room: M. GUSTAVE I’m not angry with Serge. You can’t blame someone for their basic lack of moral fiber. He’s a frightened, little, yellow- bellied coward. That’s not his fault, is it? ZERO I don’t know. It depends.
scene 36 — INT. LIBRARY. NIGHTThis man is an intruder in my home! M. GUSTAVE
scene 13 — INT. CORRIDOR. MORNINGI’ve come to pay my respects to a great woman whom I loved. DMITRI
scene 13 — INT. CORRIDOR. MORNINGIt’s not yours yet, Dmitri. Only when probate is granted, and the Deed of Entitlement -- DMITRI You’re not getting “Boy with Apple”, you goddamn little fruit! M. GUSTAVE
scene 13 — INT. CORRIDOR. MORNINGHow’s that supposed to make me feel? The three sisters join Dmitri as the veins in his neck begin to bulge. He continues loudly, for the record: DMITRI Call the police. We’re pressing charges. This criminal has plagued my family for nearly twenty years. He’s a ruthless adventurer and a con-artist who preys on mentally feeble, sick old ladies -- and he probably fucks them, too! The three sisters look horrified. One of the little old ladies gasps. Shocked faces look to M. Gustave. He shrugs and says tentatively: M. GUSTAVE I go to bed with all my friends. Dmitri cold-cocks M. Gustave an upper-cut to the jaw and drops him with one punch. Less than a second later, Zero slams his own fist squarely right into the middle of Dmitri’s face and knocks him over backward with blood spurting out of his nose. Less than a second after that, Jopling pounds Zero in the side of the head sending him flying with a smack against the wall and melting instantly into the floor. The room breaks into complete pandemonium.
scene 13 — INT. CORRIDOR. MORNING
Bookends
Holy fuck! What’s the meaning of this shit? Marguerite, Laetizia, and Carolina all look. They seem confused. They respond simultaneously: MARGUERITE “Boy with Apple”? I thought you’d hidden it. LAETIZIA It’s been missing two weeks. I assumed it went to the tax-appraiser. CAROLINA Why are you only noticing now? Dmitri shakes his head, speechless. He says finally, in angry shock: DMITRI Are you fucking kidding me? Clotilde has materialized. Dmitri turns to her. Marguerite, Laetizia, and Carolina turn to her, also. Clotilde’s voice cracks and quivers as she says: CLOTILDE I believe it was removed by M. Gustave. Pause. Dmitri grabs the wood-cut off the wall and slams it (punching a thick hole through the center) over a small marble discus-thrower. INT. TRAIN CAR. NIGHT A third-class compartment on the over-night to Gabelmeister’s Peak. Students, peasants, and laborers sleep among rucksacks and baskets on hard benches and shelves lining the walls. M. Gustave and Zero whisper to each other from their bunks near the ceiling on either side of the room: M. GUSTAVE I’m not angry with Serge. You can’t blame someone for their basic lack of moral fiber. He’s a frightened, little, yellow- bellied coward. That’s not his fault, is it? ZERO I don’t know. It depends.