The Terminal
2004
Amelia: Are you coming or going? Viktor Navorski: I don't know. Both.
Viktor Navorski: Officer Torres, my friend say you are stallion. Officer Dolores Torres: Mr Navorski! Mr Navorski... Viktor Navorski: Stallion. Officer Dolores Torres: (surprised) A what? Viktor Navorski: A stallion. Like a horse. Officer Dolores Torres: (embarrassed) Stand behind the yellow line! Viktor Navorski: It's horse! Beautiful horse! Officer Dolores Torres: Who said that? Viktor Navorski: My food! My friend drive the food.
Frank Dixon: Sometimes you land a small fish. You unhook him very carefully. You place him back in the water. You set him free so that somebody else can have the pleasure of catching him.
Frank Dixon: I'm talking about bombs. I'm talking about human dignity. I'm talking about human rights. Viktor, please don't be afraid to tell me that you're afraid of Krakhozia. Viktor Navorski: Is home. I am not afraid from my home. (pause) Viktor Navorski: So? Frank Dixon: (whispering) All right. Viktor Navorski: I go to New York City now? Frank Dixon: No. Viktor Navorski: No? Uh... Okay. I'm uh... I'm uh... I'm afraid from ghosts. Frank Dixon: Okay, thanks very much! Viktor Navorski: I'm afraid from, uh... Dracula! Frank Dixon: Thanks a lot. Thanks, Viktor! Viktor Navorski: (as he is escorted outside) Afraid from Wolfmens, afraid from sharks! Frank Dixon: It's okay. Thank you Viktor! Thanks a lot!
Enrique Cruz: So, she had a boyfriend, for how long? (nods yes, holds up two fingers) Enrique Cruz: Two years, what happened? Viktor Navorski: He chit. Enrique Cruz: What? Viktor Navorski: He chit. Enrique Cruz: Eat shit? Viktor Navorski: He chit, he chit, he chit. Enrique Cruz: Okay, try to repeat exactly what she said. Viktor Navorski: He chit, she catch him so... Enrique Cruz: Oh! He cheats! Viktor Navorski: Yes, yes, yes! What we call Krushkach. We say Krushkach. One man, two womans. So, hmm, crowded. You know? Ha! Enrique Cruz: Okay, he *cheats*! You say cheats. Viktor Navorski: Hm-hum. He chit. Enrique Cruz: No, no. *Cheat*. Viktor Navorski: Enrique, you, no chit. Enrique Cruz: No cheat. Viktor Navorski: No chit. Enrique Cruz: Yeah, yeah, I won't. I won't. I won't cheat. Not chit. Viktor Navorski: She's a nice... nice girl, she won't take your chitting.
Frank Dixon: You could have any man you wanted... why Viktor Navorski? Amelia: That's something a man like you could *never* hope to understand.
Salchak: I know you've been waiting for years for me to either drop dead or retire... Frank Dixon: No, I haven't been waiting for you to retire.
Amelia: I wish the sex wasn't so amazing.
Gupta Rajan: (after catching Viktor digging through his trash cart) Do you have an appointment?
Gupta Rajan: You are a coward! You are a coward! You make me sick!
Viktor Navorski: So she go to these conventions dressed as... Yeoman Rand. Yeoman Rand. Enrique Cruz: She's a Trekkie... She's a Trekkie! Viktor Navorski: Favorite episode is "Doomsday Machine."
Amelia: I have to go. Viktor Navorski: I have to stay. Amelia: Story of my life. Viktor Navorski: Me too.
Airport Construction Worker: (watching Viktor build something on a wall they're supposed to be fixing) What's he doing? Karl Iverson: I can't ask him what he's doing. I'm supposed to tell him what he's doing. I ask him what he's doing and I'm gonna look like an idiot.
Joe Mulroy: You better be careful. You know those flight attendents ain't like regular women, Viktor. They're flying back and forth between all those time-zones kinda messes with their biological clock or something. always ready for sex. Why do you think they can't stop smiling?
Milodragovich: Goat! Medicine for goat.
(last lines) Cab Driver: Where you wanna go? Viktor Navorski: I am going home.
(first lines) PA announcer: United airlines announcing the arrival of Flight 9435 from Beijing. Customer service representative please report to gate C42.
Joe Mulroy: Why do you think he'll leave? Frank Dixon: Because he slipped through and fell in a crack. Nobody likes staying in a crack because they're nothing. Nobody likes to be stuck in a crack.
Amelia: I've been waiting my whole life, I just don't know what the hell for.
Cab Driver: Where are you from? Viktor Navorski: Krakozia! Cab Driver: Ah! Me from Albania! Viktor Navorski: Ah! When you get here? Cab Driver: Eh! (implicating it was a long time ago) Thursday!
Amelia: I usually read history books. They're long and cheap and usually about men killing each other.