sayin’ 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. Take a look. Ludwig produces a crude but highly detailed map and floor-plan of the castle compound drawn with charcoal on a strip of butcher paper. M. Gustave examines it with fixed concentration. He says pointedly: M. GUSTAVE Who drew this? LUDWIG
The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014)
LUDWIG
A screenplay character in The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014).
- lines
- 3
- words
- 249
- scenes
- 1
- dialogue
- 1.8%
- avg words / line
- 83
- shortest / longest
- 11 / 166
Sample dialogue
Very good. You’ve got a wonderful line, Ludwig. This shows great artistic promise. Ludwig smiles slightly, pleased and slightly embarrassed. M. Gustave points on the map: M. GUSTAVE Question: how do you intend to penetrate this lowest rudiment? If I interpret the legend correctly, it’s twenty-five inches of reinforced granite masonry, is it not? Digging with the throat-slitter, I expect that would take three to six months of continual effort, during which time several of our members will have been violently executed. LUDWIG You hit the nail on the head there, Mr. Gustave. We got fake documents, second- hand street clothes, and a rope-ladder made out of sticks and bunk-linens -- but we need diggin’ tools, and that’s provin’ hard to come by in this flop-house. M. Gustave nods gravely. The others slump, listless, and sigh. M. Gustave taps rapidly on the table with the jerry-rigged shiv. Suddenly, he sits up straight and frowns. The others watch him, curious -- then look where he is looking.
scene 18 — INT. VISITING ROOM. DAYWhat do you mean, “Who drew this?” I did. M. GUSTAVE
scene 18 — INT. VISITING ROOM. DAYsayin’ 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. Take a look. Ludwig produces a crude but highly detailed map and floor-plan of the castle compound drawn with charcoal on a strip of butcher paper. M. Gustave examines it with fixed concentration. He says pointedly: M. GUSTAVE Who drew this? LUDWIG
scene 18 — INT. VISITING ROOM. DAY
Bookends
Very good. You’ve got a wonderful line, Ludwig. This shows great artistic promise. Ludwig smiles slightly, pleased and slightly embarrassed. M. Gustave points on the map: M. GUSTAVE Question: how do you intend to penetrate this lowest rudiment? If I interpret the legend correctly, it’s twenty-five inches of reinforced granite masonry, is it not? Digging with the throat-slitter, I expect that would take three to six months of continual effort, during which time several of our members will have been violently executed. LUDWIG You hit the nail on the head there, Mr. Gustave. We got fake documents, second- hand street clothes, and a rope-ladder made out of sticks and bunk-linens -- but we need diggin’ tools, and that’s provin’ hard to come by in this flop-house. M. Gustave nods gravely. The others slump, listless, and sigh. M. Gustave taps rapidly on the table with the jerry-rigged shiv. Suddenly, he sits up straight and frowns. The others watch him, curious -- then look where he is looking.