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Brother (1997 film)

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Brother is a 1997 Russian crime film directed by Aleksei Balabanov and starring Sergei Bodrov, Jr. The film's sequel Brother 2 was released in 2000.

Quotes

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  • — Did I really break his arm?
    — No... Just dislocated it...
    — And that guy, the one who was yelling, who was he?
    — The director...
    — And what was that song?
    — "Wings"... by Nautilus...
  • — What's your name?
    — Hoffman.
    — What are you, a Jew?
    — German.
    — Ah. I'm just not wild about Jews...
    — And Germans?
    — Germans are fine.
    — What's the difference?
    — Why are you bothering me?
  • — Pay the fine.
    — Brother... don't kill, brother! Take the money, take it all! Listen, don't kill, brother! Here!
    — You're not my brother, you black-assed bastard. How much is the fine?
    — Seven
    — (counts out the bills, throws the wallet on the floor) — Run.
  • — Mother wrote you were in the war?
    — Nah, I sat it out at HQ. I was a clerk.
    — Know how to shoot?
    — They took me to the shooting range...
  • — You're smart, German... Tell me - what do we live for?
    — Well, everyone decides for himself. There's this saying, "what is good for the Russian is death for the German". I live to disprove it.
  • — You did a good thing, brother. You helped me out. And you helped people. Now only Russians will trade there.
    — And Germans?
    — What Germans?
    — Well, Germans!
    — Why Germans?
  • — What are they singing about?
    — What the hell do you care? They're great!
    — I don't like it.
    — This asshole gets off on Nautilus.
  • — Your American music is crap.
    — Musique? Ah, la musique, oui, très bien, excellente.
    — Why are you arguing? I'm telling you, your music is crap, and you argue.
    — Musique!
    — Yeah, you too... Soon, your America will be finished. We'll show you hell... Got it?
    — Why are you bothering him, he's French! Let's go!
    — What's the difference?
  • — What's your name?
    — Stepan...
    — Don't worry, Stepan, we won't touch you. Just sit quietly and don't move... What do you do for work?
    — Director. On Radio One.
    — Oh, director? I saw one director... He, you know... shot music videos...
    — They're all faggots!
    — No one will lay a finger on you here, I tell you. You sit quietly, we'll wait for one comrade, talk to him, and let you go right away.
  • — Old man, sell me your gun.
    — A million!
    — Bring it.
    — Heh... Money in advance... Ho! Dollars!
  • — Well, brother? How are we gonna split the woman?
    — You're not my brother!
  • — You said that the city is a force, but everyone is weak here.
    — The city is an evil force. The strong come and become weak. The city takes away strength. And now you're lost...
  • It's a Nautilus concert - anniversary... very rare. I got it! There's Shevchuk, Kinchev, Nastya... EVERYBODY!
  • Assholes! They slipped me a bootleg!
  • I don't really like directors...
  • Well, brother? Goodbye! God willing, we'll see each other again...
  • Weapons on the floor, hands behind your head, everyone lie face down on the floor!
  • You broke their guard's arm and almost knocked out his eye. If you hadn't been sober, I would have put you away.
  • Hmm, the city!.. The city is a terrible force. And the bigger the city, the stronger it is. It sucks you in. Only the strong can… get out.
  • Not Leningrad - Petersburg. Piter! Beautiful city, but provincial. You should go to Moscow, all the power is in Moscow. I'll clean up a bit here, and then to Moscow.
  • It wasn't the Tatar. He was young. Did everything great. Professional. The Chechen is pushing up daisies, and this one ran away. Got on a tram, yellow. And left. I shot him, the bastard. Son of a bitch killed Shisha...
  • — Where's your old travelling companion?
    — Jumped off, corner of Sredniy and Eighteenth.
    — That's a long way...
    — Yeah.
    — Why didn't you call the police?
    — He's a good shot!
    — Well, I'll give you that...
  • — Your mom?
    — No.
    — Oh well, bye.
  • If something's wrong, I'll shoot you in the eye, bitch!
  • — W-well, I'll go then?
    — Don't be a stranger...
  • Ehh, if only I'd met you in 1943 in Kursk.
  • If you're after money, tough luck. I didn't take it.
  • — Your player's cool, but you're dressed like a sucker. Got any acid? Or dough? Got any dough?
    — No.

Cast

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See also

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