:10:00
- Boris.
- Yes?
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I have a confession to make.
:10:04
Ever since you and I were little children,
:10:08
I've been in love with your brother lvan.
:10:10
It's only nat...
:10:12
Ivan? You're kidding! He can barely write
his name in the ground with a stick.
:10:16
He has true animal magnetism.
:10:18
All that talk about some perfect love
and you're hot for lvan?
:10:22
- He kissed me.
- Any place I should know?
:10:24
- It warmed the cockles of my heart.
- Great. Nothing like hot cockles.
:10:28
I think he's going to propose to me.
:10:30
But he's a gambler and a drinker,
with a Neanderthal mentality.
:10:34
I mean, I love him like a brother.
Just not one of mine.
:10:37
Do you hear that commotion?
What's going on downstairs?
:10:41
Have you heard the news?
Napoleon has invaded Austria.
:10:44
- Why? ls he out of Courvoisier?
- A chance to taste the glories of battle.
:10:48
Check with me when it's over...
:10:50
- No, Boris. You're going to fight.
- You're gonna have your head examined.
:10:54
- We leave the day after tomorrow.
- Fellas, I'm a pacifist.
:10:58
- I don't believe in war.
- He doesn't believe in war.
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Napoleon, he believes in war.
:11:04
What are you going to do when
the French soldiers rape your sister?
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- I don't have one.
- That's no answer.
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- They won't rape lvan. They'd throw up.
- Don't disgrace me in front of my friends.
:11:14
What good is war? We kill Frenchmen,
they kill Russians, then it's Easter.
:11:18
Boris, you're talking about Mother Russia.
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She's not my mother. My mother wouldn't
let her youngest get shrapnel in his gums.
:11:25
- Get away from me.
- I can't believe what I'm seeing.
:11:29
- He has a yellow streak down his back.
- No, it runs across.
:11:33
- Boris, you're a coward.
- Yes, but a militant coward.
:11:36
Boris. Medals... We'll get medals.
:11:40
Take it easy, lvan.
You've got to cut down on your raw meat.
:11:43
He'll go and he'll fight.
:11:45
And I hope they will put him
in the front lines.
:11:49
Thanks a lot, Mum. My mother, folks.
:11:53
This is crazy. I can't shoot a gun.
I was meant to write poetry.
:11:57
Sonja, I'm not the army type.
I slept with the light on till I was 30.