The Terminal

The one that says if it's an animal,
he doesn't need the license.

Then he can bring the drugs in.
That's good, Viktor. That's very good.

Why are you doing this? Huh?
You don't know him.
You don't know the rules.

Look at me.
I was going to help you.
Now I want you to ask him...
No, not you.

I want you to ask him.
I want to hear him say it.

I want to hear him say
who the medicine is for.

Please. Who the medicine is for.
Answer him, Mr. Milodragovich.
Who are the pills for?

OK. The pills stay. He goes. That's it.
Please. For goat.
Medicine for goat.
Medicine for goat.
Medicine for goat.
Give him the pills.
Medicine for goat.
Come on now, it's all over.
He love that goat.
Do you think I need an excuse
to put you back in that cell

to keep you there for five years?
You go to war with me, and you go to war
with the United States.

Then you'll know why Krakozhians
wait in line for cheap toilet paper

while Uncle Sam wipes his ass
with Charmin two-ply.