The Crazy Stranger Page #2

No one points the finger at themin France!

They travel where they wantin their houses on wheels.

They repair everything on Earth:

radios, televisions...

They make saucepans, wagons...

Everyone loves them,because on this Earth,

no one works as well as they do!

You should go there too.You and your whole family.

We'll go.

Children.

Good!

Great!

Great, mate!

Paris!

OM!

PSG!

Motherf***er!

My mother's an air hostess!

Le Pen!

Le Pen's a motherf***er!

Great, Izidor!

The women fixed them.

Great work!

Thanks.

Thanks for everything.

Don't leave!

I have to go. I can't stay.

I can't stay.

You have a beautiful house here!

I can't spend my whole life here!

I'm leaving.

Don't go, my son!

I can't stay!

I can't stay. I'm looking for the music!

Sit down.

Eat, my son.

There's enough for everyone!

Put it in your mouth!

Snow.

Water.

Bread.

Snow.

Polenta.

Fire.

Tree.

Money.

Tree. How do you say tree?

Him.

Me.

Boy.

Girl.

Lick her p*ssy.

You.

You ate today.

I ate food.

Eat my cock!

Eat my cock with polenta!

Hang on! I'll help you.

She bit me!

Do you like Manol's daughter?

She's a slut.

She left her husband in Belgium.

No one wants her anymore.She's a whore.

Kiss my ass, dirty Belgian!

The foreigner will takeour women and children!

Maybe he's a murderer!

A kidnapper!

Send him back to his country!

Where's that foreignerat your place from?

He's my Frenchman!

Can he speak Romans?

He's at my place so he can learn it.

He doesn't speak Romansor Romanian!

He's a thief!He's going to steal our chickens!

He's my good luck!

- What good luck?- Luck sent him to me!

He's a bandit!

That's not true!

He came to stay with usto study Romans!

Send him back to Germany!

Send him away!

He's not leaving!

He's my Frenchman!

A letter for your grandfather.

"I received your letter.

"I'm very happy to hear newsof my brother, Radu.

"There are a lot of gypsies

"in this jail.

"The director lets us play our music.

"The judge said I'll get outin six months.

"How are my daughter and my father

"and my brothers?

Adriani."

They locked up my son, Adriani...

for six months.

Because for us Roms,there's no justice.

May God bring yougood luck and health, my brothers!

Long life to your children!

It's just a little bit of gold,that's all.

My daughter's getting married.

She's as beautiful as Miss Universe!

I heard that you're good musicians.

We're great musicians!

How much do you want?

Give me something to eatand some money.

Six million?

That's a lot, Uncle!

You won't find musicians like usanywhere else on Earth!

It's a deal, Uncle.

This is my Frenchman.

He's staying with usso I can teach him Romans.

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