Gustave Quotes

Monk: [At the observatory] Are you Monsieur Gustave of the Grand Budapest Hotel in Nebelsbad?
M. Gustave: Uh-huh.
Monk: Get on the next cable car.
Monk: [On the cable car] Are you Monsieur Gustave of the Grand Budapest Hotel in Nebelsbad?
M. Gustave: Uh-huh.

Monk: Switch with me.
Monk: [At the monastery] Are you Monsieur Gustave of the Grand Budapest Hotel in Nebelsbad?
M. Gustave: Uh-huh.
Monk: [Hands them robes] Put these on and sing.
Monk: [Inside the monastery] Psst. Are you Monsieur Gustave of the Grand B...
M.

Gustave: Yes, dammit!
Monk: Confess.
M. Gustave: I'm innocent!
Monk: No, no.
[indicates confession booth]

M. Gustave: Serge X, missing. Deputy Kovacs, also missing. Madame D, dead. Boy With Apple, stolen. By us. Dmitri and Jopling, ruthless, cold-blooded savages. Gustave H, at large. What else?
Zero: Zero, confused.
M. Gustave: Zero, confused, indeed. The plot thickens, as they say. Why, by the way? Is it a soup metaphor?

Zero: I don't know.

Henckels: Who's shooting who?
Dmitri: That's Gustave H., the escaped murderer and art thief! I've got him cornered!
M. Gustave: That's Dmitri Desgoffe und Taxis! He's responsible for the killing of Deputy Kovacs, Serge X and his club-footed sister, plus his own mother!
[pause]
Henckels: Nobody move;

everybody's under arrest.

[Zero has just shown M. Gustave the newspaper article announcing Mme. Celine's death]
M. Gustave: Dear God!
Zero: I'm terribly sorry, sir.
M. Gustave: We must go to her.
Zero: We must?
M. Gustave: Tout de suite. She needs me, and I need you, to help me with my bags and so on.

[to a voice within his suite]
M. Gustave: Attendez-moi, darling.
[to Zero]
M. Gustave: How fast can you pack?
Zero: Five minutes.
M. Gustave: Do it. And bring a bottle of the Pouilly-Jouvet '26, in an ice bucket, with two glasses, so we don't have to drink the cat piss they serve on the dining

car.

Mr. Moustafa: [Recounting his memories of M. Gustave at the Budapest Hotel] I began to realize that many of the hotel's most valued and distinguished guests came for him. It seemed to be an essential part of his duties... But I believe it was also his pleasure. The requirements were always the same. They had to be rich, old, insecure, vain, superficial, blonde, needy.

Young Writer: Why blonde?
Mr. Moustafa: Because they all were.

M. Gustave: Why are we stopping at a Barley Field?
[Title Card: 19th October, The Closing of the Frontier]
M. Gustave: [the train comes to a stop, the Doors to the cabin room swing open, soldiers stand at the doorway]
M. Gustave: Well, Hello there, chaps.
Franz: Documents, please.
M.

Gustave: With pleasure.
[Hands the officer his papers]
M. Gustave: It's not a very flattering portrait, I'm afraid, I was once considered a great beauty.
[Notices the soldier's name tag, it reads: "Cpl F. Müller."]
M. Gustave: What's the F. Stand for, Fritz? Franz?
Franz: Franz.
M.

Gustave: [Cheerfully] I knew it!
[Zero hands the soldier his papers]
M. Gustave: He's making a funny face.
M. Gustave: [to the soldier] That's a Migatory Visa with stage three worker status, Franz darling, he's with me.
Franz: [Hesitates, looks at Zero] Come outside, please.
M. Gustave:

Now wait a minute, sit down, Zero. His papers are in order, I crossed referenced them myself with The Bureau of Labor and Servitude. You can't arrest him simply because he's a bloody immigrant, he hasn't done anything wrong!
[a moment of disbelief, the soldier looks, then grabs Zero by the arm and rises him from his seat. A light struggle breaks out, Gustave, angered, yells at them]

M. Gustave: Stop it! Stop, damn you!
Zero: Never mind, Mousier Gustave! Let them proceed!
M. Gustave: Ow, that hurts!
[Zero and Gustave are roughly shoved against the wall]
M. Gustave: You filthy, godamn, pock-marked, fascist assholes! Take your hands off my lobby boy!
[a whistle blows, and the

door to the wagon opens. Everyone stops moving. Inspector A.J. Henckels walks into the room, he stands at the doorway]
Henckels: What's the problem?
M. Gustave: This is outrageous! The young man works for me at the Grand Budapest Hotel in Nebelsbad.
Henckels: Mousier Gustave?
[pauses]
Henckels:

My name is Henckels, I'm the son of Dr. and Mrs. Wolfgang Henckels Bergersdörfer. Do you remember me?