Les Invasions barbares
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:25:01
Get some rest.
-I will, good night.

:25:45
Are you pals with the Premier,
or a hockey star?

:25:52
His son takes care of him.
-I know. And dumbo won't thank him.

:25:57
My son is an ambitious
and puritanical capitalist.

:26:00
Whereas I was always a sensual socialist.
-Sensual isn't half of it, Sister.

:26:06
Lewd!- Debauched! -Bestial!
-Lascivious! -Perverse!

:26:09
How are you, you lusty sinner?
-Better!

:26:13
Give me a kiss, you randy snake!
:26:16
You're back?
-Yesterday?

:26:18
And Alaska?
-Lovely and cold, like me!

:26:21
You see, Sister? My exquisite daughter-in-law, my
heroic wife, and two most charming mistresses.

:26:27
I can die in peace.
-You'll burn in the flames of hell.

:26:32
And I won't be alone. They're safe, but given the
depravity of these two, they'll roast alongside me.

:26:39
Whereas you'll play the harp on a cloud
:26:46
for eternity, seated between John Paul II,
a surly Pole, and Mother Theresa, a slimy Albanian

:26:50
His illness has affected his brain.
:26:53
No, it's an ethnological truth,
Louise.

:26:55
Albanians are often slimy
and Poles are always surly.

:26:59
"for the misfortunes of Poland
are proof of God's existence!"


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