Zivot je cudo Page #3

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There's no nursing home.

- Too bad about the dust.

- She has an allergy?

An allergy? She's out to lunch.

That's what I call love.

Wouldn't you like to be carried

like that in his arms?

No way. He's not a Muslim.

As if that mattered!

- It matters! Ask your dad.

- You don't ask Dad for everything.

I want to go home to Milos.

A mouse!

- Here's the doctor.

- How you are, ma'am?

Come in.

It's just a minor allergy.

Bosnia! SDA!

I'm gonna buy him into every team,

right up to the national team.

Djukic, get back!

He can't handle this!

He can handle it. Calm down.

Get back when I tell you!

Is that the kid you mean?

Milos Djukic!

Jadranka, come back!

- I'm Milos's mother.

- Ah, you're the mother!

- Milos's mother.

- I'm Zurovac.

Maybe you remember, he played

for Partizan when he was a kid.

- He's number nine.

- Nice kid.

Yes, but he's very sensitive.

He's Mommy's little boy.

I'm an opera singer.

I'm taking time off

because of a throat problem.

I'm allergic to dust

so I'm here to recuperate.

Go for him!

Close him down!

I'm the only one who understands him.

I know what it's like to play.

Theatre, soccer, it's all the same.

"All the world's a stage."

Know who said that?

I have no idea.

Sure, you do.

A name that starts with "Sh"...

Shekularac?

No, a foreign guy.

"All the world's a stage."

"And all the men and women

merely players."

- You mean Shuster?

- Not at all.

- I have no idea.

- Shakespeare.

I don't follow the Premier League.

This is opening night for Milos.

Everything in life is a stage.

But different things happen on it.

- Am I right?

- Sure.

Take me, for instance.

When I sing on opening night,

my throat goes like this...

Look at the poor woman.

The things she does for her son!

She's like Mama Juanita.

- Let me see.

- It's nothing, just a ball!

That was awful.

You have to hear me in rehearsal.

What's her problem?

Have you seen the movie,

Mama Juanita?

No.

Then you ain't seen nothing.

What's there to see?

Know what I'd do for my mother?

What would you do for your mother?

I'd f*** half the stadium for her.

What a generation!

For you. Mama Juanita

I dedicate this song to you

At the break of dawn

This song is heard

For you. Mama Juanita

I dedicate this song to you

Here it comes!

You abnormal f***!

What's your problem?

Let the ball in!

Let go of my fishing rod,

you motherf***er!

This is going too far.

Goal!

Goal!

Milos!

Bravo! You're the champ!

Ma'am, your "sh"

stands for "champion"!

The classic champion.

Partizan needs a player like him.

Eso!

Stop the fight!

- Leave my son alone!

- Leave the kid alone, dopehead!

I'll f***ing kill you!

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