Brother (1997 film)

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Brother is a 1997 Russian crime film directed by Aleksei Balabanov and starring Sergei Bodrov, Jr. The film's sequel Brother 2 was released in 2000.

Danila's conversations

— I really broke his arm?
— No. Just dislocated it.
— And that guy who was screaming? Who's he?
— The director.
— And what was that song?
— "Wings" - by Nautilus.
— What's your name?
— Hoffman.
— What are you, a Jew?
— I'm German.
— Oh... I'm not wild about Jews.
— And Germans?
— Germans? They're okay.
— What's the difference?
— Why are you badgering me about it?
— Pay the fine.
— Brother, don't kill me, brother. The money... take it all, take it... Listen, don't kill me, brother. Here.
— You're not my brother, you blackassed worm.
— Your Walkman's fine, but you're dressed like a pig. You got any acid? Or dough? Got any dough?
— No.
— Your American music is a piece of shit.

— Musique? Ah, la musique, oui, très bien, excellente.

— Well, what are you arguing? I tell you - music is a piece of shit, but you argue.

— Musique!

— Yes, and you yourself... Your whole America will kaput soon. We'll arrange goat faces for all of you, got it?

— Why did you pester him, he is a Frenchman in general! Come on!

— Who cares?

— I sat things out at HQ. I was a clerk.

— Can you shoot?

— Yeah, they took us out to the shooting range.

— Well, everyone decides himself. There's this saying, "what's good for the Russian is death for the German". Well, I live to disprove this.

— You did a fine job, brother. You saved my ass and helped people. Now only Russians will sell there.
— And Germans?
— What do you mean by "Germans"??
— Will there be Germans?
— What kind of Germans?
— You know, Germans.
— Why Germans?
It's the Nautilus anniversary concert. A rare find. I got it. There's Shevchuk, Kinchev, Nastya, everybody.
Those assholes, they slipped me a pirated copy.
— What are they singing about?
— What the hell do you care?! They sing great.
— I don't like it.
— He gets off on Nautilus, the dickhead.
— Grandfather, sell me your shotgun.

— A million!

— Carry it.