Artyom Quotes in Avgust. Vosmogo (2012)

Artyom: Kind Robot, you are very necessary to me... You have no idea how I need you...

Artyom: Mom...

Ksenia: Tyoma, what happened?

Artyom: Darklord was here...

Ksenia: Tyoma, where is daddy?

Artyom: Darklord killed all...

Artyom: Kind Robot, where are you when I need you so?...

Artyom: I don't want to listen about robots anymore. It's better to tell me about dad.

Egor: Can I go?

Artyom: [represents from himself the robot] Leave-the-house. Angry-Robot-does-not-pass-you.

Ksenia: Aza-mizi-maza-amorovati-chandrika...

Artyom: Robot...

Ksenia: Darklord attacks...

Zaur: [as Kind Robot] We need to escape. Come on, Kosmoboy...

[Tanya and Artyom have just arrived at Heathrow International Airport]

Immigration Officer: How long do you intend to stay in the U.K.?

Tanya: I don't know, yet.

Immigration Officer: How much money do you have?

Tanya: [To Artyom] Skol'ko u nas deneg tochno? (Exactly how much money do we have?)

Artyom: [To Immigration Officer] Uhh... eighty-five dollars.

Immigration Officer: Not very much, is it?

Tanya: Yes.

[While waiting in Heathrow, Artyom is practicing English by reading aloud from a travel guidebook. Tanya corrects his mistakes]

Artyom: In Britain, friendly people start conversation by talking about the vever...

Tanya: Weather.

Artyom: ...Vether. Look at this expensive...

Tanya: Example.

Artyom: ...It is lovely morning, it isn't, isn't it?...

Tanya: Isn't it.

Artyom: ...Yes, it's beautiful, it isn't it?...

[Tanya and Artyom are waiting in Heathrow for her English fiance, Mark Wallow]

Page over airport loudspeaker: Would Mark Wallow, Mark Wallow, please contact the airport information desk.

Artyom: [reading aloud from a travel guidebook] Can you show me the way home, please?

[Tanya's English fiancé, Mark Wallow, has failed to meet her and Artyom at Heathrow]

Tanya: I'm sorry... just for... few... wo-words. I need political as-asylum.

Immigration Officer: Political asylum?

Tanya: Yes. Because... because my life is very dangerous in Moscow.

Artyom: [Watching through a glass partition] Okhuyela chto li? (Has she fucking lost it?)

[Immigration officers are putting Tanya and Artyom into police cars to transport them to Stonehaven]

Artyom: Kuda on nas vedet, mam? On chto, khochet chtoby ya polez tuda v yego mashinu? Ya ne polezu nikuda v yego mashinu. (Where are they taking us, mom? He wants me to get in his car? I'm not getting in his car.)

Tanya: Zalez', pozhaluysta. (Get in, please.)

Artyom: Ne polezu. (I'm not getting in.)

Tanya: Sidi! (Sit!)

Artyom: Chego on khochet ot nas? Chego on khochet ot nas? (What does he want with us? What does he want with us?)

Tanya: Artyom! Vernis' seychas zhe! (Artyom! Come back here, now!)

Artyom: Ya ne polezu tuda! Du-du-du-du-du-du... Da ot"yebis' ot menya! Ot"yebis', ya tebe skazal! Durak, kozel! (I'm not getting in there. Du-du-du-du-du-du... Get away from me. Get away, I told you. You stupid goat!)

Tanya: Artyom! (Artyom!)

Artyom: Ottsepis' ot menya! (Let me go!)

Tanya: Artyom, ty chto, s uma soshel? Prekrati! Ty slyshish'? Slushay menya, Artyom. Ya im skazala, chto my bezhentsy, poetomu my ostayemsya seychas v Anglii, potomu chto Mark ne priyekhal nas ne vstretil. U nas net drugogo vykhoda, no ya uverena... (Artyom, what's wrong with you, have you gone crazy? Stop this! Do you hear? Listen to me, Artyom. I told them that we're refugees, so we can stay in England; because Mark didn't come to meet us. We don't have another way, but I'm sure... )

Immigration Officer 1: Is there a problem? Come on, love.

Tanya: [To immigration officers] One minute please. It's very important. Let me speak with him.

Immigration Officer 2: I'm sorry. No go.

Tanya: Yes.

[To Artyom]

Tanya: Ty vidish', chto tvorit'sya? Luchshe ya tebe v mashine vse ob"yasnyu, khorosho? Ya uverena, chto vse pravil'no. Bud' moim drugom, da? Pover' mne. Dover'sya mne, da? (Do you see what's going on? It's better if I explain everything to you in the car, OK? I'm sure all of this is all right. Be my friend, OK? Believe me. Trust me, OK?)

[Tanya and Artyom are in their flat in the evening, talking about Mark. Tanya is intently trying to open a can of food]

Artyom: On ne priyedat. Davay, ya otkroyu. (He's not coming. Hand me that, I'll open it.)

Tanya: Pochemu? (Why?)

Artyom: On, navernoye, peredumal. (He's probably changed his mind.)

Tanya: Pochemu? (Why?)

Artyom: Potomu chto on nevrastenik. Ty tozhe ne sovsem normal'naya. Vy, navernoye, podkhodite. (Because he's neurotic. You're not completely normal yourself, either. You're probably well suited.)

[Tanya and Artyom buy lunch in the cafe with food vouchers]

Cafe Owner: That's three-eighty-five, please.

Tanya: [Handing him a food voucher] Five.

Cafe Owner: OK. Thank you.

Tanya: My change?

Cafe Owner: No, we don't give change on vouchers, love.

Tanya: No?

Cafe Owner: No, sorry.

Tanya: [To Artyom] Poydem. (Let's go.)

Artyom: [Searching through his fish'n'chips with a fork] Where is fish?

Cafe Owner: What do you expect for five pounds?

[Tanya and Artyom are eating lunch in the cafe]

Artyom: [Searching through his fish'n'chips with a fork] Mam, nu chto eto za ryba? Zdes' sovsem netu ryby. Zdes' odna i vsya v sukharyakh. (Mom, they call this fish? There's no fish here. It's all just batter.)

[Les and Frank, the Internet pornographers, have approached and solicited Tanya in the cafe]

Les: Yeah? Gorgeous cheekbones... yeah, gorgeous cheekbones, they're fantastic. So, anyhow, what I was going to do, I don't want to take up too much of your time. But, there's my card.

Tanya: Yes.

Les: Ok? And, uhh, you know, if you're interested, give me call. But, if there's anything else I can do, let me... I am Mr. Stonehaven. Everybody knows me around here, so, if you need me, call me. There's my card. All right? Hope to see you soon. Bye.

Frank: Bye.

Les: See ya, mate. Let's go, Frank.

[Les and Frank leave]

Artyom: Ty khot' ponyala, chto oni sutenery i chego oni khotyat? (You do realize they're pimps, and what they want?)

[Tanya and Artyom are in their flat in the evening, talking about Mark]

Tanya: Mne nuzhno yego uvidet', chtoby ponyat', chto proiskhodit. (I need to see him to find out what's going on.)

Artyom: Znachit, ty yego lyubish' bol'she, chem menya. Zatashchila menya cherti kuda, k chertu na kulichki. (So, you love him more than me. You dragged me all this way, to the armpit of the universe.)

[They both laugh]

Tanya: Samomu smeshno. Day ruku. Ty chto, ya tebya lyublyu. Ya tebya lyublyu, kak nikogo. Da? Ty zhe moy yedinstvennyy, moy dorogoy, moy synochek. A yego ya po-drugomu lyublyu, nel'zya sravnivat'. (That's ridiculous. Give me your hand. You know I love you. I love you, like no one else. OK? You're my one-and-only, my dearest, my little boy. But I love him in a different way, it's impossible to compare.)

Artyom: [Turning away from her] Spokoynoy nochi. (Good night.)

[Alfie and Artyom are in the arcade]

Alfie: What are you tryin' to do to my machine? What ya doin'? Come, 'ere. You've broken it. Try it now... Where's your dad?

Artyom: My dad's dead.

Alfie: My dad's dead, as well.

Artyom: Yours is dead, too?

Alfie: How did he die?

Artyom: He's dead.

Alfie: Well, what's the crap with this Mark fellow?

Artyom: He's my mother's fiance.

Alfie: Do you like him?

Artyom: No. My mom come to England for him, and he doesn't come to airport.

Alfie: Does your mom love him?

Artyom: I think she loves men who make her cry.

[Alfie, Tanya, and Artyom are at her flat in the afternoon. Alfie has brought them a television and some Indian fast food]

Alfie: Are you alright? Doin' alright? I brought you some company and some food. Are you hungry? Have you ever had a curry? Curry. Beautiful.

[To Artyom]

Alfie: Have you ever had a curry?

Artyom: Yeah.

Alfie: You little liar. Come here.

[To Tanya]

Alfie: That's chicken tikka masala. That's chicken in a light, spicy sauce. It's beautiful, man, I promise you.

[To Artyom]

Alfie: Come here. We'll sort it all out. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

[To Tanya]

Alfie: Vindalu. Evil. It's a beast of a curry, yea, it's a real wicked bitch. Pila rice, sweet rice, yellow rice. Rice is rice, and forever more shall be so. Potatoes with cabbage. Bombay sag potatoes. Have you ever had 'em? Beautiful. I promise you. If you throw-up, it's all on my head. Nan bread to soak it up. Yeah, d'you fancy it?

Tanya: We have no spoons.

[Alfie draws spoons from his pockets, like a gun fighter quick-drawing two six-shooters]

[Tanya, Artyom, and Alfie are on the couch in her flat in the evening, watching a nature show about dolphins on television]

Television narrator: Sonar may also be used for sexual stimulation. Here, one juvenile female buzzes another's genital area, perhaps to gain information about her sexual state and health.

Artyom: Mam, smotri chto oni delayut? (Mom, look, what are they doing?)

Television narrator: Copulation is performed belly to belly, with the male beneath the female. And, is brief...

Tanya: Poydem spat'. (Let's go to sleep.)

Artyom: Podozhdi. (Wait.)

Television narrator: Gentle touching of genital areas is also an important means...

Tanya: [To Alfie] It's a bedtime.

[To Artyom]

Tanya: Poydem. (Let's go.)

Artyom: Podozhdi, mam. (Wait, mom.)

Tanya: Vstavay, ya tebe govoryu! (Get up, I told you!)

Artyom: No, mama, podozhdi. (But, mom, wait.)

Tanya: Poydem. Ya s toboy ne budu... Seychas! (Let's go. I'm not putting up with this from you... Now!)

Alfie: Night, boy.

Artyom: No, mam... (But, mom... )

[Artyom leaves the room]

Tanya: [To Alfie] I'm going to sleep. Thank you for everything.

Alfie: It's alright, man.

Tanya: Ok.

[Tanya leaves the room]

Alfie: [To an empty and darkened room] I'll let myself out.

[Tanya has finally spoken with Mark by telephone; he is never coming. Tanya is crying in Artyom's lap]

Artyom: [Singing] ... I tsvetok ishchut mnogiye lyudi (Many people search for their flower)

Tanya: [Joining Artyom, they sing together] No nakhodyat konechno ne vse (But, of course, not everyone finds it) / Mozhet tam, za sed'mym perevalom (Maybe it's there, in the seventh heaven) / Vspykhnet svezhiy, kak vetra glotok (And will blossom anew, like a gentle breeze)

Artyom: Ya govori, on nevrastenik. (I told you he was neurotic.)