Tom Hanks credited as playing...
Viktor Navorski
- Amelia: I have to go.
- Viktor Navorski: I have to stay.
- Amelia: Story of my life.
- Viktor Navorski: Me too.
- Officer Dolores Torres: Let me ask you something, Mr. Navorski. Why do you wait here two hours every day when I've told you there's nothing I can do for you - that your new visa will not arrive until your country is recognized by the United States?
- Viktor Navorski: You... you have two stamp. One red, one green.
- Officer Dolores Torres: So?
- Viktor Navorski: So, I have chance go New York, 50-50.
- Officer Dolores Torres: [laughs] Yes, that's a beautiful way to look at it. But America doesn't work that way.
- Frank Dixon: I'm talking about bombs. I'm talking about human dignity. I'm talking about human rights. Viktor, please don't be afraid to tell me that you're afraid of Krakhozia.
- Viktor Navorski: Is home. I am not afraid from my home.
- [pause]
- Viktor Navorski: So?
- Frank Dixon: [whispering] All right.
- Viktor Navorski: I go to New York City now?
- Frank Dixon: No.
- Viktor Navorski: No? Uh... Okay. I'm uh... I'm uh... I'm afraid from ghosts.
- Frank Dixon: Okay, thanks very much!
- Viktor Navorski: I'm afraid from, uh... Dracula!
- Frank Dixon: Thanks a lot. Thanks, Viktor!
- Viktor Navorski: [as he is escorted outside] Afraid from Wolfmens, afraid from sharks!
- Frank Dixon: It's okay. Thank you Viktor! Thanks a lot!
- Cab Driver Goran: Where you from?
- Viktor Navorski: Krakozhia. Viktor Navorski.
- Cab Driver Goran: I'm Goran. Albania.
- Viktor Navorski: Oh. When you come to New York?
- Cab Driver Goran: Oof!
- [implicating it was a long time ago]
- Cab Driver Goran: Thursday.
- Enrique Cruz: So, she had a boyfriend, for how long?
- [nods yes, holds up two fingers]
- Enrique Cruz: Two years, what happened?
- Viktor Navorski: He chit.
- Enrique Cruz: What?
- Viktor Navorski: He chit.
- Enrique Cruz: Eat shit?
- Viktor Navorski: He chit, he chit, he chit.
- Enrique Cruz: Okay, try to repeat exactly what she said.
- Viktor Navorski: He chit, she catch him so...
- Enrique Cruz: Oh! He cheats!
- Viktor Navorski: Yes, yes, yes! What we call Krushkach. We say Krushkach. One man, two womans. So, hmm, crowded. You know? Ha!
- Enrique Cruz: Okay, he *cheats*! You say cheats.
- Viktor Navorski: Hm-hum. He chit.
- Enrique Cruz: No, no. *Cheat*.
- Viktor Navorski: Enrique, you, no chit.
- Enrique Cruz: No cheat.
- Viktor Navorski: No chit.
- Enrique Cruz: Yeah, yeah, I won't. I won't. I won't cheat. Not chit.
- Viktor Navorski: She's a nice... nice girl, she won't take your chitting.
- Viktor Navorski: You say you are waiting for something. And I say to you, "Yes, yes. We all wait".
- Amelia: What are you waiting for?
- Viktor Navorski: You. I wait for you...
- Gupta Rajan: If I go home, I go to jail for 7 years.
- Viktor Navorski: What if United States catch you? They deport you.
- Gupta Rajan: As long as I keep my floor clean, keep my head down, they have no reason to deport me, they have no reason to notice a man like me.
- Amelia: I just keep injesting these poisonous men until I make myself sick.
- Viktor Navorski: You're not sick, Amelia, no. You're a little far-sighted.
- Viktor Navorski: Eat to bite... bite to eat, bite to eat, bite to eat, bitetoeat bitetoeat bitetoeatbitetoeatbitetoeatbitetoeat
- Viktor Navorski: So she go to these conventions dressed as... Yeoman Rand. Yeoman Rand.
- Enrique Cruz: She's a Trekkie... She's a Trekkie!
- Viktor Navorski: Favorite episode is "Doomsday Machine."
- Thurman: What exactly are you doing in the United States, Mr. Navorski?
- Viktor Navorski: [reading from a notecard] Yellow taxicab, please. Take me to Ramada Inn, 161 Lexington.
- Thurman: You're staying at the Ramada Inn?
- Viktor Navorski: Keep the change.
- Thurman: Do you know anyone in New York?
- Viktor Navorski: Yes.
- Thurman: Who?
- Viktor Navorski: Yes.
- Thurman: Who?
- Viktor Navorski: Yes.
- Thurman: No. Do you know anyone in New York.
- Viktor Navorski: Yes, yes.
- Thurman: Who?
- Viktor Navorski: Yes. 161 Lexington.
- Viktor Navorski: Officer Torres, my friend say you are stallion.
- Officer Dolores Torres: Mr. Navorski! Mr. Navorski...
- Viktor Navorski: Stallion.
- Officer Dolores Torres: [surprised] A what?
- Viktor Navorski: A stallion. Like a horse.
- Officer Dolores Torres: [embarrassed] Stand behind the yellow line!
- Viktor Navorski: It's horse! Beautiful horse!
- Officer Dolores Torres: Who said that?
- Viktor Navorski: My food! My friend drive the food.
- Frank Dixon: Okay. Look. Imagine that these potato chips are Krakozhia.
- Viktor Navorski: Eh, Kra-ko-zhia.
- Frank Dixon: Kra-ko-zhia.
- Viktor Navorski: Yes. Krakozhia. Okay.
- Frank Dixon: Eh, so the potato chips are Krakozhia. Okay. And this apple..
- Viktor Navorski: Big Apple. Big Apple.
- Frank Dixon: Big Apple represents the Liberty Rebels. Okay?
- [smashes the bag with the apple spraying chips all over Viktor]
- Frank Dixon: No more Krakozhia! Okay? New government. Revolution! You understand? So, all the flights in and out of your country have been suspended indefinitely. And the new government has sealed all borders, which means that your passport and visa are no longer valid. So, currently you are a citizen - of nowhere.
- Viktor Navorski: Please. Please. Don't be hurt.
- Amelia: How can I not be? He's married.
- Viktor Navorski: One man. Two womens. Crowded.
- Amelia: You want to know what the worst part is? I never even asked him to leave his wife. I was encouraging him to get counseling. I mean, what kind of sick person am I? I'm rooting for the home team. I just wish the sex wasn't so amazing.
- Officer Dolores Torres: Who's telling you to ask me these things?
- Viktor Navorski: Well, it's a man of misery.
- Officer Dolores Torres: Misery? Mystery?
- Viktor Navorski: No, no. Misery. Man of misery.