La Haine

Hubert:
Heard about the guy who fell off a skyscraper? On his way down past each floor, he kept saying to reassure himself: So far so good... so far so good... so far so good. How you fall doesn't matter. It's how you land!

Hubert:
Bullshit! You pointed a gun at a cop! We coulda been killed!

Old Man:
Nothing like a good sh*t! Do you believe in God? That's the wrong question. Does God believe in us? I once had a friend called Grunwalski. We were sent to Siberia together. When you go to a Siberian work camp, you travel in a cattle car. You roll across icy steppes for days, without seeing a soul. You huddle to keep warm. But it's hard to relieve yourself, to take a sh*t, you can't do it on the train, and the only time the train stops is to take on water for the locomotive. But Grunwalski was shy, even when we bathed together, he got upset. I used to kid him about it. So, the train stops and everyone jumps out to sh*t on the tracks. I teased Grunwalski so much, that he went off on his own. The train starts moving, so everyone jumps on, but it waits for nobody. Grunwalski had a problem: he'd gone behind a bush, and was still shitting. So I see him come out from behind the bush, holding up his pants with his hands. He tries to catch up. I hold out my hand, but each time he reaches for it he lets go of his pants and they drop to his ankles. He pulls them up, starts running again, but they fall back down, when he reaches for me.

Hubert:
Then what happened?

Old Man:
Nothing. Grunwalksi... froze to death. Good day.

Vinz:
Who made you a preacher? You know what's right and wrong? Why do you side with the a**holes?

Hubert:
Who's the a**hole? In school we learned that hate breeds hate!

Saïd:
Wow, what a speech! Half Moses, half Mickey Mouse.

Vinz:
I know who I am and where I'm from!

Saïd:
Canardo. Señor canardo.

Hubert:
Heard about the guy who fell off a skyscraper? On his way down past each floor, he kept saying to reassure himself: So far so good... so far so good... so far so good. How you fall doesn't matter. It's how you land!

Hubert:
Bullshit! You pointed a gun at a cop! We coulda been killed!

[an old man flushes the toilet and walks out of the stall]

Old Man:
Nothing like a good sh*t! Do you believe in God? That's the wrong question. Does God believe in us? I once had a friend called Grunwalski. We were sent to Siberia together. When you go to a Siberian work camp, you travel in a cattle car. You roll across icy steppes for days, without seeing a soul. You huddle to keep warm. But it's hard to relieve yourself, to take a sh*t, you can't do it on the train, and the only time the train stops is to take on water for the locomotive. But Grunwalski was shy, even when we bathed together, he got upset. I used to kid him about it. So, the train stops and everyone jumps out to sh*t on the tracks. I teased Grunwalski so much, that he went off on his own. The train starts moving, so everyone jumps on, but it waits for nobody. Grunwalski had a problem: he'd gone behind a bush, and was still shitting. So I see him come out from behind the bush, holding up his pants with his hands. He tries to catch up. I hold out my hand, but each time he reaches for it he lets go of his pants and they drop to his ankles. He pulls them up, starts running again, but they fall back down, when he reaches for me.

Sa?d:
Then what happened?

Old Man:
Nothing. Grunwalksi... froze to death. Goodbye.

Vinz:
Who made you a preacher? You know what's right and wrong? Why do you side with the a**holes?

Hubert:
Who's the a**hole? If you hate stayed in school, you'd know that hate breeds hate, Vinz.

Sa?d:
Wow, what a speech! Half Moses, half Mickey Mouse.

Vinz:
I know who I am and where I'm from!

Man:
Then go back there and shut the f*** up!

Vinz:
Go f*** your mother, man.

Sa?d:
Canardo. Se?or canardo.

Vinz:
Tom f***s Jerry's sh*t up.

Sa?d:
Hey, skinheads. F*** Le Pen!

Ast?rix:
Sniff of coke?

Sa?d:
Uh, no, no.

Ast?rix:
You sure?

Sa?d:
Absolutely.

Ast?rix:
[psychotically, to the others; starts rapidly practicing with nunchaku] A little coke? A little line of coke? Nobody for coke? That's it for coke? How's your brother, how's he doin?

Sa?d:
He's alright.

Ast?rix:
[still practicing with nunchaku] Mean f***in bastard. Still a maniac?

Sa?d:
Are you?

Ast?rix:
[still practicing] Well sh*t, look! VWA-VWA-VWA-VWA!

Old Neighbor Lady:
[on CCTV monitor in Asterix's apartment] Asterix! ASTERIX! Causing sh*t all the time! That's not your real name, scumass!

Sa?d:
Hey, why'd he tell us that?

Old Neighbor Lady:
Stop ringing like that! Y'all think the world is yours?

Hubert:
[turns away] This isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't real...

Billboards:
The world is yours

Vinz:
It's about a society on its way down. And as it falls,it keeps telling itself: "So far so good... So far so good... So far so good." It's not how you fall that matters. It's how you land.