The saloon is a liar. It promises good cheer and sends sorrow.
My father ran a saloon in Kenosha, Wis., which is just about as rough a living as I can think of. It was brutal; it scared the hell out of me. I was so petrified all the while I was a child, I didn't know what I was doing half the time.
I never considered acting while growing up. I just knew I didn't want to go into the saloon business: I wanted to get away from Kenosha. And once I left, never, ever did it cross my mind to go back. I went to college and thought I'd study law.
I mean, in my - and I'm not trying to do spilled milk, but in those days it was a little - I think it was much tougher, because you got an image, and you were in a saloon. And it was tough to come out of a saloon and to get in films, and to maintain an image, you know.
I busted out of the place in a hurry and went to a saloon and drank beer and said that for the rest of my life I'd never take a job in a place where you couldn't throw cigarette butts on the floor. I was hooked on this writing for newspapers and magazines.
I come from a long line of saloon keepers and proselytizers, and I draw from both sides.
M. Gustave: [sees soldiers enter the hotel] The beginning of the end of the end of the beginning has begun. A sad finale played off-key on a broken-down saloon piano in the outskirts of a forgotten ghost town. I'd rather not bear witness to such blasphemy.
Zero: Me neither.
M. Gustave: The Grand Budapest has become a troops'
barracks. I shall never cross its threshold again in my lifetime.
Zero: Me neither.
M. Gustave: Never again shall I...
[Zero spots Agatha]
Zero: Actually I think we might be going in there right now after all!
[Gustave sees soldiers enter the Hotel]
M. Gustave: The beginning of the end of the end of the beginning has begun. A sad finale played off-key on a broken-down saloon piano in the outskirts of a forgotten ghost town. I'd rather not bear witness to such blasphemy.
Zero: Me neither.
M. Gustave: The Grand Budapest has become a
troops' barracks. I shall never cross its threshold again in my lifetime.
Zero: Me neither.
M. Gustave: Never again shall I...
[spots Agatha]
M. Gustave: Actually, I think we might be going in there right now, after all.