The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) Soundboard Edit

A rope ladder made of sticks and bunk linens,

A sad finale played off key on a broken down saloon piano

Actually, I think we might be going in there right now after all.

Alerting no one to his presence,

And two and three.

And was still indeed the owner of the Grand Budapest.

And your services as my personal valet,

Are a stack of filthy carpets and a starving goat,

As I stood conferring elbow to elbow with Monsieur Jean,

At the Kunstmuseum late last night.

Bloody hell. They've strangled the poor slob.

But he's being sought and pursued by the relevant authorities.

But Monsieur Jean had abandoned his post.

But the conductor used to be a sommelier at the old Versailles.

But there are traces and shadows of it everywhere.

But, especially given the circumstances of the death,

But, frankly, did not hold mine for long.

Delivered into my possession by post only this morning,

Don't keep us in suspense. This has been a complete fucking nightmare.

Don't you recognize him?

During the last hours of her life,

For 19 consecutive seasons.

Go to sleep.

Goddamn son of a bitch.

Good luck, kid.

Grand Budapest Hotel,

Had with very few exceptions become common property.

Hang on! Here I come!

He pulled some strings.

He was the executor of the dead widow's estate

He was the same as his disciples,

He was, like the rest of us, alone, but also, I must say,

He's making a funny face.

Here's your tickets.

High command advanced to Nebelsbad.

Hold it.

Hotel Kinski, Kitchen Boy, six months.

How do you do?

How does one come by front row aisle seats

How's our darling Agatha?

However, the telegraph office always keeps a carbon of the ticker tape for 24 hours.

I could see he was in distress.

I didn't see that coming. Well, what do you want next?

I didn't.

I don't know what it is,

I find these black uniforms very drab.

I saw him last night in secret.

I thought I was supposed to be a fucking faggot.

I, Monsieur Gustave H, being of relatively sound mind and body,

I'll call you back, Gustave.

I'm going to blast your candy ass once and for all right now.

I'm not angry with Serge.

I'm terribly sorry, sir.

I've got him cornered!

If I die first, and I most certainly will, you will be my sole heir.

In answer to your earlier question, by the way,

In the freight yard just outside the station.

In this particular situation, I represent the deceased.

It consists of a general tontine

It's a hell of a view. I give them that, for what's it's worth.

It's an institution.

Known only as Monsieur Jean,

Let's put him in the Duke Leopold Suite.

Long before he ever entered it.

Maybe. Let me make a few calls.

Me and the boys talked it over.

Me neither.

Monsieur Gustave?

No one knew, of course, but, then, who would have cared?

No, sir.

Not enough pepper.

Now, nobody's saying it's a stroll down a tree lined promenade

Of impeccable provenance.

Oh, yes.

Remember, I'm always with you.

Serge X and his club footed sister, plus his own mother!

Serge? Serge? Serge!

She admires you as well, Monsieur Gustave.

Shit.

Should I go and light the candle first, sir?

Soon we learned...

Sooner rather than later, in case they try to steal it back.

Stop it. Stop it! Don't! Don't do it!

Straight down the corniche, then left.

Take a look.

Take your hands off my Lobby Boy!

Talk to the club footed sister again, and, this time, be persuasive.

That's Mr. Moustafa himself. He arrived earlier this morning.

The authenticity of this document

The family Desgoffe und Taxis of Schloss Lutz.

The Grand Budapest has become a troops' barracks.

The identity of the owner of the hotel was unknown to all of us.

Toward our high altitude rendezvous with the butler Serge X.

Until I walk amongst you again as a free man,

We did not have 50 Klubecks between the two of us.

We said false whiskers and fake noses and so on.

We're going to strip search every pretzel Haus, Waffel hut, Biergarten

Well, boys, who knows when we'll all meet again, but if one day...

Well, I've never been accused of that before,

Well, it begins, as it must, with our mutual friend's predecessor.

Well, through a sewer, as it happens. Exactly.

What are you doing here? Civilian personnel aren't permitted in the cellblock.

What's the charge?

Where you headed, mister?

Where's Boy with Apple?

Where's the basket?

Which is fine with me, because I like those.

Which required the immediate and complete attention

Who's Gustave H?

With a horse whip in its talons, because I am.

With instructions to move to our pre arranged hideout,

Write me tomorrow. Lutzbahn Station!

Yes, on one occasion I was arrested and tortured by the rebel militia

You must know that.

Your fair treatment.

Zero Moustafa had purchased and famously inhabited

Zero Moustafa had traded a great and important fortune

Are you ill, Mr. Moustafa? I finally asked.

Documents, please. With pleasure, as always.

No. Did he? Jopling?

Not agreed? Not agreed.

Please. Give me your hand.

Robin? Martin. Too much salt.

Uh huh? I pulled a copy.

Uh huh. Get on the next cable car.

What do we do if we catch him? I don't know.

What do you think? I don't know.

Yes, sir. She's very fond of me, you know.

Yes. Those fuckers!

"By order of the Commissioner of Police, Zubrowka Province,

"I hereby place you under arrest for the murder

"the painting known as 'Boy with Apple...'"

"While questing once in noble wood of gray, medieval pine,

"who thought that she would never be happy again.