Srpski film

[first lines]

Milos:
[acting in a pornographic film] Baby, I'm gonna f*** you up.

Vukmir:
Today we're shooting at home again.

Milos:
Without me. As of today, I'm retiring.

Vukmir:
Is there any way for me to convince you otherwise?

Milos:
No. The kids bother me. I can't do such stuff in the kindergarten.

Vukmir:
I fully understand you. But, in that case between you and the kids, I must choose kids. They're my speciality, my whole life. It's my fault. I thought you'd be better if you didn't know...

Milos:
If I had known from the start, I'd only have declined sooner.

Vukmir:
What did you say, kindergarten? That's a good term. The whole f***ing country is one big shitty kindergarten. A bunch of kids discarded by their parents. Do you know what if feels like? Your whole life you're compelled to prove that you're able to take care of yourself. To prove that you can sh*t, eat, f***, drink, bleed, earn money... do whatever it takes to survive, until you die! Would you believe me if I told you that me and this wonderful family, that you are so anxious to leave are the only warrant of this nation's survival? We are the backbone of the this country's economy. Only we can prove that this nation is alive and useful for anything!

Milos:
I can see that you're insane, I need no proof for that.

Milos:
How does it all connect to pornography?

Vukmir:
No, Milos, no, no! Not pornography, but life itself! That's life of a victim. Love, art, blood... flesh and soul of a victim. Transmitted live to the world who has lost all that and now is paying to watch that from the comfort of an armchair.

Milos:
I have no doubt that it sells well based on the sum you offered me.

Vukmir:
Victim sells, Milos. Victim is the priciest sell in this world. The victim feels the most and suffers the best. We are a victim, Milos. You, me, this whole nation is a victim.

Milos:
We're just too retarded. And I won't be a victim because of that.

Vukmir:
[laughing] But Milos... you're the only one in this film who is not a victim!

Milos:
Is that so?

Vukmir:
[after Milos has finally revealed that he was raping his son, and his brother was raping his wife] A real, happy Serbian Family. Life... Art.

Vukmir:
[his final words] That's it, Milos. That's the cinema. That's film!

Vukmir:
Our film jumped through the window.

Vukmir:
Newborn porn! [pause] Newborn!

Vukmir:
It's a pleasure to shake the hand that has jerked such a big cock.

[last lines]

Vukmir:
Start with the little one.

Lejla:
Easy on that whiskey. Rye kills sexual appetite.

Marija:
How come you've never done me like them?

Milos:
Well, I love you. I've just f***ed them.

Marija:
Does it mean that you never wanted to f*** me?

Vukmir:
Am I talking to the Balkan sex god. Nikola Tesla of world pornography?

Vukmir:
Right hand is the sex center in any man, It's direct line between your brain and cock. Ever since you childhood. Your hand is special for it has jerked such a special cock. Milos, it's an honor to shake a hand to such an artist of f***. Pornography is art, but people can't see that!

Vukmir:
Where there is no life, there can't be real art. A real talent will rot here, while maggots are giving press conferences.

Vukmir:
With great talent comes a great desire for self-f***ability.

Vukmir:
Rare kind of Monks put seven adult he-goats into a shed during summer. They leave them for a month until their balls are like mellons. When they get too hot, they start f***ing one another. The monks take the dried bloody cum off their balls and mix it with milk. It makes the finest bread spread there is.You're a he-goat, Milos. I'm your monk.

Get that b*tch!