Pasha Quotes in The Prophet (2014)

Pasha: [about newlyweds] Kissing. That's all he knows. Give her time to eat, for heaven's sake.

Mustafa: [crowd laughing] They're newly weds. That's what they're supposed to do, right?

Grand Father: Who knows? The last time I kissed a pretty girl, the Dead Sea was only sick.

Pasha: [Renko and Pasha are discussing likely KGB involvement in the Gorky Park murders] Is it that shit-head Pribluda?

Arkady Renko: That's like asking if the girl is a virgin when you see her in bed with a man on top of her.

Pasha: What man?

[Renko gives him a "you're missing the point" look]

Pasha: Oh.

Big Tony: What are we going to do to settle this mess, anyway? The Chicago bosses are tired of waiting. I'm tired, you're tired. What's the solution?

Pasha: I thought perhaps you might have some ideas. You Italians were always better at that kind of thinking than us poor colored folks.

Big Tony: [chuckling] you're too much. You know, if you knew what I was thinking right now... I've hated you for a long, long time, Hakim and right now at this moment I've got you right here in my hand. I could kill you, you know that. I still got your gun, Hakim.

Pasha: Yeah, the one you got from me in your restaurant

Big Tony: You've always been a man of honor, Hakim... something I never could stand in a nigger. Now I want to see that honor put you right in your grave. Are you willing to pay the price to see me and mine?

Pasha: Lay it on me.

Big Tony: There's a game, it's not Italian, it's Russian. It's a kind of roulette, a special roulette but you play it with life. You see, you drop a bullet in the barrel, like that, then you revolve it. You put it to your head... and press. You do it, Hakim. You do it. Just in case you think I tricked you, you take the first turn. Put the gun to your head and pull the trigger, if you can. You remember when we were kids, it was always you that wasn't afraid and I always panicked. God Almighty, how you used to torture me. Do it, damn it! Do it!

Pasha: You're a creep, Tony. You never have known how to play fair. What difference does it make? The littlest noise and your gimp-leg goon'll be in here with a hand grenade or somethin'.

Big Tony: No, no. This place is completely soundproof. Nobody'll come unless I call them and I won't. I swear. I'm going straight down to the wire. Luck is with me tonight, you ugly son of a bitch. It's got to be. It ain't worth it unless I can whip you just once. But you're afraid to give me the satisfaction, aren't you? You're afraid to put that gun up to your head.

[Pasha raises the gun]

Pasha: They rode them down, Lara. Women and children, begging for bread. There will be no more 'peaceful' demonstrations.

Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago: [narrating; on World War I] By the second winter, the boots had worn out... but the line still held. Even Comrade Lenin underestimated both the anguish of that 900-mile long front... as well our own cursed capacity for suffering. Half the men went into action without any arms... irregular rations... led by officers they didn't trust.

Officer: [to soldiers] Come on, you bastards!

Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago: And those they did trust...

Pasha: [leaps out of the trench and begins leading his men in a charge] Come on, Comrades! Forward, comrades! Earth-shakers!

[an artillery shell explodes in front of him; he falls to the ground, and the soldiers retreat to their trench]

Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago: Finally, when they could stand it no longer, they began doing what every army dreams of doing...

[the soldiers begin to leave their trenches]

Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago: They began to go home. That was the beginning of the Revolution.

Pasha: I used to admire your poetry.

Zhivago: Thank you.

Pasha: I shouldn't admire it now. I should find it absurdly personal. Don't you agree? Feelings, insights, affections... it's suddenly trivial now. You don't agree; you're wrong. The personal life is dead in Russia. History has killed it. I can see why you might hate me.

Zhivago: I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.

Pasha: [to Yuri] The personal life is dead in Russia. History has killed it.

Pasha: The private life is dead - for a man with any manhood.

Zhivago: I saw some of your 'manhood' on the way at a place called Minsk.

Pasha: They were selling horses to the Whites.

Zhivago: It seems you've burnt the wrong village.

Pasha: They always say that, and what does it matter? A village betrays us, a village is burned. The point's made.

Zhivago: Your point - their village.