The Diamond Arm

Semyon: ...And I love that song about hares. Gena: About whom...? Semyon: ...About hares. Gena: Senya, hares... are not a current thing. "Island of Bad Luck"! [sings]

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Prostitute: [invites Semyon] Oh, ay byokh ana baden! Tom ascaro ronal! Yo moradere colossal jarif mogarello! Tsigel, tsigel, ay-lyu-lyu! Luchi baron, ay-lyu-lyu! Gena: [to Semyon] Are you mad?! Semyon: She calls me somewhere... Maybe something happened? Prostitute: [to Gena] Oh, byokh via! Mundo, eshi habala tsigel, ay-lyu-lyu! Gena: Not now with ay-lyu-lyu. Non, nicht, nyet, not at all! Semyon: Why not? Maybe she needs anything? Gena: What she needs, I'll tell you later. [to prostitute] Lady, signora, frau, miss! Unfortunately, nothing will come of it. Russo touristo! Obliko morale! Verstehen? That's it. Quick, let's go. Prostitute: [scornfully] Akhmak, parserono!

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Smuggler №1: Inkes? Ki oro per? [Voice-over translation: Now, where is he?] Smuggler №2: Nuor burritto, yes of cos. [Easy, he has to come!] Smuggler №1: Purgen laste, shyort pobery? [Password remains the same, "Dang it!"?] Smuggler №2: Shyort pobery. ["Dang it!"] Smuggler №1: Shyort pobery... Re nen ranto chusy Mykhail Svetloff? ["Dang it..." And is he exactly from the ship "Mikhail Svetlov"?] Smuggler №2: Ankate tasibo to fanche fa. [We were told that...] Smuggler №1: Dele dios prek moment trezi! [Will the ship leave in an hour?!] Smuggler №2: Ayte cupadon! Misen tak-not pinto! Bastujo nek-nem trulyalya!!! Nyet chachacha, trukadello vit!!! [Shut up!!] Smuggler №1: Porco madonna, dium pesto per baco castello! Dene brano hemare, inches arvestih, tsham durala! [Sorry, I overreacted!]

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Gena: Dang it! Hicc! Dang it! Shyort pobery! Smuggler №1: Uyot kals man? [Who is this man?] Smuggler №2: Un blanchine goof...! [I don't know...!] Smuggler №1: Russo? Gena: Russo, russo, russo...! Smuggler №1: "Mykhail Svetloff"?! Gena: Mikhail Svetlov! It's me, me, me! Smuggler №1: Detsy ain shmatsi? [Voice-over translation: Where were you lookin', you old donkey?!] Smuggler №2: Vzjerra mod...! [But he too said the password: "Dang it"!] Smuggler №1: Shyort pobery, shyort pobery! Krok iskus tobenshlak morduke! Smuggler №2: Krok iskus morduke tobenshlak! Voice-over: What follows is an untranslatable wordplay using local idiomatic expressions. Smuggler №1: Tsigel, tsigel, ay-lyu-lyu!!! Gena: Gentlemen, gentlemen! I'd like your ay-lyu-lyu! Tsigel, tsigel...! It's time, gentlemen, it's time!

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Captain Mikhail Ivanovich: I've got an idea: what if we could— Colonel: We couldn't. Captain Mikhail Ivanovich: I see... Then, maybe we should— Colonel: No, we shouldn't. Captain Mikhail Ivanovich: Okay... In that case, maybe I'd rather— Colonel: Why not, you could try that one.

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Semyon: Is it even possible to cut off someone's plaster without them noticing? Cpt. Mikhail Ivanovich: It is. Well, I don't exactly know how they'll do it. But that someone can get drunk... Semyon: Uh-huh... Cpt. Mikhail Ivanovich: Drugged... Semyon: Uh-huh... Cpt. Mikhail Ivanovich: Stunned... Well, in general, from an insensible body. Finally, from the corpse! Semyon: Uh-huh... Whose corpse? Cpt. Mikhail Ivanovich: Well, I'm sure it won't come to that...

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