Kin-dza-dza! Page #4

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Look.

In general I am not a specialist on these gravitsapa,

so let's go and show it to my Chatlanian.

He'll examine it.

Right. Let's fit the Tsapa.

Bad throat?

Water...

I have a proposal. I'll give you that ktse,

and you give me two bottles of water.

Agreed?

Let's do it.

Do you have any food?

Kasha...

What sort?

Plastic.

So if I give you a whole ktse, you'll give me

five bottles of water and a kilo of kasha.

For what?

Ktse.

we need to check it again.

Check it!

Oi, just a second!

Wait...

Skripach! Can you obtain more matches on Earth?

I can.

If you can spit this further, I'll give you a half chatl.

Like so... spit.

If I can, you give me two matches....

Do you see?

No.

It's just a game. I give you half a chatl,

you give me three matches.

Go ahead, spit, my son.

Thank you, I'd rather not.

Well fine. Give me one match,

or I give you three chatla, yellow trousers

and these odds. Go on!

No!

Blue trousers...

Mr Uef, I will not enter such terms and conditions.

Are you going to change your mind?

Why are you annoying me, maimoona verishvilo?

Mr. Uef! I represent a civilized planet,

and I demand that you follow our lexicon!

Where are they?

Who?

The one with a scar, who I like an idiot

gave all the matches to.

Quiet, my friends. Enough!

Enough? What do you mean enough?

I told him a thousand times

we need to go to the centre.

But he's greedy, like all

Chatlanians - 'for two chatlas cheaper!'

Well there's still one.

As I understand it, enough for a gravitsapa.

Give it to me. Here.

Why?

To buy a gravitsapa.

Where?

There, in the centre.

And how will you return us to

Mother Earth, when you don't even know

in which galaxy she orbits?

The number of your planet, idiot,

any planetarium in the centre

will give out for two chatlas!

So you'll give me the match?

So you can cover us in sand?

So you won't give it?

No.

And you won't change your mind?

That won't happen!

Then goodbye, my friend.

They're going, Vladimir Nikolaevich.

They won't go anywhere,

they'll hang themselves for a match.

Either you agree to give us that match,

or we won't take you to the Earth

for less than seven boxes!

Two thousand.

Three

Two thousand three hundred

Three

Two thousand five hundred,

I can't give you more.

You can, my friend.

Mr Bee,

I have 50 rubles, matches

cost 2 kopeks a box,

that means I can buy

two and a half thousand...

Skripach you're lying!

You have more chatls.

Mr Uef! I am not Skripach to you!

My name is Gedevan Alexandrovich...

what's that, an engine?

Don't poke your nose in every hole!

...Gedevan Alexandervich...

Gedevan, let's tie up these lads now,

and take a course to the North.

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