Pasport

Uncle Izya:
There are Jews here, not idiots.

Senya:
I don't like that goose.

Senya:
Don't you worry, Senya knows his limit.

Merab Papashvili:
Borya, I'm going to try to run away. Can you distract those guys?

Borya:
Why? You tell them you're not Jewish, they'll kick you out themselves.

Borya:
Here's the plan, we'll go to Monte Carlo, spin some roulette, and then off to Hawaii.

Merab Papashvili:
Weren't you going to Israel?

Borya:
Me? To live with the Jews? What the hell did I forget over there? I'm the nephew of Count Yusupov, you want to see my papers?

Merab Papashvili:
Where are we?

Borya:
Sohnut, a place from where Jews go to Israel.

Merab Papashvili:
So you're Jewish now?

Borya:
What else would I be? My grandmother was Jewish, you want to see my papers?

Woman on the tarmac:
Excuse me, is the taxi available?

Merab Papashvili:
The taxi is occupied, but my heart is available dear.