lexicon!
Where are they?
Who?
The one with a scar, who I like an idiot
gave all the matches to.
Quiet, my friends. Enough!
Enough? What do you mean enough?
I told him a thousand times
we need to go to the centre.
But he's greedy, like all
Chatlanians - 'for two chatlas cheaper!'
Well there's still one.
As I understand it, enough for a gravitsapa.
Give it to me. Here.
Why?
To buy a gravitsapa.
Where?
There, in the centre.
And how will you return
us to Mother Earth,
when you don't even know
in which galaxy she orbits?
The number of your planet, idiot,
any planetarium in the centre
will give out for two chatlas!
So you'll give me the match?
So you can cover us in sand?
So you won't give it?
No.
And you won't change your mind?
That won't happen!
Then goodbye, my friend.
They're going, Vladimir Nikolaevich.
They won't go anywhere,
they'll hang themselves for a match.
Either you agree to give us that match,
or we won't take you to the Earth
for less than seven boxes!
Two thousand.
Three
Two thousand three hundred
Three
Two thousand five hundred,
I can't give you more.
You can, my friend.
Mr Bee,
I have 50 rubles, matches
cost 2 kopeks a box,
that means I can buy
two and a half thousand...
Skripach you're lying!
You have more chatls.
Mr Uef! I am not Skripach to you!
My name is Gedevan Alexandrovich...
what's that, an engine?
Don't poke your nose in every hole!
...Gedevan Alexandervich...
Gedevan, let's tie up these lads now,
and take a course to the North.
Why?
Maybe the shores of the Mediterranean are there?
Ha, so Vladimir Nicolaevich,
you've gone out of your mind, my friend.
Where on Pluk is there a sea?
They made fuel from them long ago.
Sorry, they made what?
Fuel, Skripach, fuel...
Now you owe us six thousand,
one hundred and forty boxes.
How has it accumulated so much?
You ate the kasha, you drank the
water... and took the bandura.
No, delete the bandura... we don't want
the bandura. Put it down...
Let's at least take something technical,
if not who will believe it?
Now give them the violin,
if you like it so much.
It's an 18th century Italian violin,
and cost 1000 rubles, if not more.
How will I pay for it?
Skripac, instead of thinking
that you're the first Georgian cosmonaut,
give back the spoon you stole from a poor artist.
I never thought of such a thing...
I wanted to return it to the institute of
non-ferrous metals, something new...
Heavens! The heavens never saw such
a disreputable Patsak as you, Skripach.
I am deeply sad.
Where are you going?
To the toilet.
You can't go to the toilet with money,
money is left here. Gedevan Aleksandervich.
Ktse are very dear, my friend.
Why?
Well now, on Earth,
how do you determine who should squat
in front of whom and how many times?
Well, you just have a feel for it.
Barbarian!
Listen,
I've started to like you,
and I'm teaching you.
If I have a few ktse,
I have the right to wear yellow trousers.
And in front of me a patsak
should squat not one, But two times.
If I have many ktse, I have
the right to wear crimson trousers,
and a patsak should squat
twice in front of me,
and chatlanian say koo.
And the Etsilop don't have
the right to beat me at night.
Never.
I have a suggestion, my friend.
You give us the match, now, and we'll
then give you yellow trousers,
okay?
Thanks, I have some already,
perhaps Skripach needs them.
Skripach! Here are some
interplanetary trousers for sale.
Yellow ones. Do you want them?
Skripach isn't here, my friend.
Why not?
I ejected him.
But you needn't worry,
Vladimir Nikolaevich
we have another ejector seat.
A new one. It's all in order.
I don't understand...
I pressed the button - he flew.
We don't need Skripach, my friend,
he only uses extra fuel...
Turn around!
Not possible...
Fuel is finished. We need to fly to the fuel station.
Turn around! Or this damned match
will burn now!
Gedevan!
Skripach!
Skripach!
What can