The Grand Budapest Hotel

"All of Lutz will be dressed in black... except her own ghastly, deceitful children, whom she loathed and couldn't bear to kiss hello. They'll be dancing like gypsies."

M. Gustave: "I'm not angry with Serge; you can't blame someone for their basic lack of moral fiber. He's a frightened little yellow-bellied coward. It's not his fault, is it?"
Zero: "I don't know, it depends."
M. Gustave: "Well, you can say that about most anything, 'it depends'. Of course it depends."
Zero: "Of course it depends, of course it depends."
M. Gustave: "Yes, I suppose you're right; of course it depends. However, that doesn't mean I'm not going to throttle the little swamp rat."

M. Gustave: "How's our darling Agatha?"
Zero: "'Twas first light, when I saw her face upon the heath, and hence did I return, day by day, entranced, though vinegar did brine my heart, never w..."
M. Gustave: "Very good! I'm going to stop you there because the alarm has sounded, but remember where we left off, because I insist you finish later!"

"What is a lobby boy? A lobby boy is completely invisible, yet always in sight. A lobby boy remembers what people hate. A lobby boy anticipates the client's needs before the needs are needed. A lobby boy is, above all, discreet to a fault. Our guests know that their deepest secrets, some of which are frankly rather unseemly, will go with us to our graves. So keep your mouth shut, Zero."

M. Gustave: "Why do you want to be a lobby boy?"
Zero: "Well, who wouldn't - at the Grand Budapest, sir. It's an institution."

Serge X.: "Forgive me, Monsieur Gustave, I never meant to betray you. They threatened my life and now they've murdered my only family."
M. Gustave: "No! Who'd they kill this time?"
Serge X.: "My dear sister."
M. Gustave: "The girl with the club foot?"
Serge X.: "Yes."
M. Gustave: "Those fuckers!"

"The incidents that follow were described to me exactly as I present them here, and in a wholly unexpected way."

"If I die first, and I almost certainly will, you will be my sole heir. There's not much in the kitty, except a set of ivory-backed hairbrushes and my library of romantic poetry, but when the time comes, these will be yours. Along with whatever we haven't already spent on whores and whiskey."