M. Gustave: I was perhaps for a time considered the best lobby boy we ever had at the Grand Budapest. I think I can say that. This one finally surpassed me. Although I must say, I am an exceptional teacher.
[last lines] Young Writer: [sitting in the lobby] It was an enchanting old ruin. But I never managed to see it again.
M. Gustave: You're the first of the official death squads to whom we've been formally introduced. How do you do?
M. Gustave: Excuse me. Have you seen a pastry girl with a package under her arm in the last minute and a half? Otto: Yep. She just got on the elevator with Mr. Desgoffe und Taxis. M. Gustave: Thank you. Zero: I'm sorry, who are you? Otto: Otto, sir. ...
Zero: [Reading a letter from M. Gustave] "My dear and trusted colleagues..." M. Gustave: I miss you deeply as I write from the confines of my regrettable and preposterous incarceration. Until I walk amongst you again as a free man, the Grand Budapest...
Author: When the destiny of a great fortune is at stake, men's greed spreads like a poison in the bloodstream. Uncles, nephews, cousins, in-laws of increasingly tenuous connection. The old woman's distant relations had come foraging out of the woodwo...
M. Gustave: You can't arrest him just because he's a bloody immigrant, he hasn't done anything wrong!
[Zero has just shown M. Gustave the newspaper article announcing Mme. Celine's death] M. Gustave: Dear God! Zero: I'm terribly sorry, sir. M. Gustave: We must go to her. Zero: We must? M. Gustave: Tout de suite. She needs me, and I need you, to help ...
M. Gustave: [interviewing will walking] Experience? Zero: Hotel Kinsky, Kitchen Boy, 6 months. Hotel Berlitz, Mop and Broom Boy, 3 months. Before that I was a Skillet Scrubber. M. Gustave: Experience, zero. [to various workers] M. Gustave: Straighten...
M. Gustave: May I offer any of you inmates a plate of mush?
M. Gustave: I give you my word, if you lay a finger on this man, I'll see you dishonorably discharged, locked up in the stockade, and hanged by sundown.
Zero: Do you have an alibi? M. Gustave: Of course, but she's married to the Duke of Westphalia. I can't allow her name to get mixed up in all this monkey business. Zero: Monsieur Gustave, your life may be at stake. M. Gustave: I know! The bitch legge...
M. Gustave: Well, Serje? Don't keep us in the dark! This has been an absolute, bloody nightmare. Tell us what the fuck is going on!
M. Gustave: If there's one thing we've learned from the Penny-Dreadfuls it's that if you find yourself in a place like this you should on no account let yourself be thought of as a candy-ass.
Dmitri: [when he sees Gustave at Madame D's funeral] That fucking faggot, he's a concierge!
M. Gustave: Methinks me hears me death me fears...
Dmitri: [pointing to painting] What's the meaning of this shit?
Jopling: I've never trusted that butler. He's too honest.
