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.
Monk: [At the observatory] Are you Monsieur Gustave of the Grand Budapest Hotel in Nebelsbad? M. Gustave: Uh-huh. Monk: Get on the next cable car. Monk: [On the cable car] Are you Monsieur Gustave of the Grand Budapest Hotel in Nebelsbad? M. Gustave:...
M. Gustave: Who's got The Throat-Slitter?
Dmitri: [pointing to painting] What's the meaning of this shit?
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.
M. Gustave: Methinks me hears me death me fears...
Jopling: I've never trusted that butler. He's too honest.
M. Gustave: Keep your hands off my lobby boy!
Dmitri: [when he sees Gustave at Madame D's funeral] That fucking faggot, he's a concierge!
M. Gustave: May I offer any of you inmates a plate of mush?
Deputy Kovacs: Did he just throw my cat out of the window?
[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?
Mr. Moustafa: There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity... He was one of them. What more is there to say?
M. Gustave: You can't arrest him just because he's a bloody immigrant, he hasn't done anything wrong!
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.
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!
Natasha Romanoff: [watching the aliens come toward them] This is just like Budapest all over again. Clint Barton: You and I remember Budapest very differently.
M. Gustave: Rudeness is merely an expression of fear. People fear they won't get what they want. The most dreadful and unattractive person only needs to be loved, and they will open up like a flower.
Mr. Moustafa: To be frank, I think his world had vanished long before he ever entered it - but, I will say: he certainly sustained the illusion with a marvelous grace!
Pinky: Me and the boys talked it over. We think you're a really straight fellow. M. Gustave: Well, I've never been accused of that before, but I appreciate the sentiment.
