And porkolts. You know porkolts?
Yes, I've had it.
It's very good. Better than goulash. But you won't get it in Budapest now.
Why's that?
All the pigs have gone to Moscow.
When do I get to meet your friend?
I'll take you to him. Not eating?
Would you excuse me a moment?
Stop!
No firing!
Who told you to fire? Who told you to fucking fire?
Fucking Hungarian amateur! We wanted him alive!
Much obliged.