Gdańskblanca is a 2012 sport-remake of the legendary Casablanca. Many quotes are left almost unaltered.
———— pregame press conference ————
Lam (reading on an i-pad): We have a complete dossier on you: Giorgos Karagunis, age 37. Right-foot, a lot of run, tend to fall down. We also know what you did with Russians.
Karagunis (reading): You thought too it was penaldi and kokkini karta?
Reporters: Mr Santos, what kind of a man is Mr Karagounis?
Santos: Oh, he’s just like any other man, only more so.
Santos (to reporters): You’ll excuse me, gentlemen. Your business is politics, mine is running a team.
———— officer seats ————
Platini (to some uefa officer): Carl, see that Frau Merkel gets a good seat, one close to the officers.
Carl: I have already given her the best, knowing she is German and would take it anyway.
Merkel (to Pilavios): You know, Pilavios, I have many a friend in Gdańskblanca, but somehow, just because you despise me, you are the only one I trust.
Pilavios: I was informed that you were the most disagreeable woman ever to visit Gdańskblanca. That was a *gross* understatement.
Merkel: You’re very kind.
Merkel: Are you one of those people who cannot imagine the Germans in their beloved Agrinio?
Pilavios: It’s not particularly my beloved Agrinio.
Merkel: How about Athens?
Pilavios: Well there are certain sections of Athens, Frau, that I wouldn’t advise you to try to tourist.
Platini (smiling, to Pilavios): Pilavios, i think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
———— game ————
Salpi (passing to Sami): here’s serving at you, kid.
Lev (after greek goal, orders Lam to gather the defense players): round up the usual suspects.
Katsuranis (to Samaras after 2-1): Play it once, Sam. For old times’ sake.
Sam: I don’t know what you mean, Kostas.
Katsuranis: Play it, Sam. Play «As Goals Goes By.»
Sam: Oh, I can’t remember it, Kostas. I’m a little rusty on it.
Santos (to Lyberopoulos): Get in. Get in as if it were the last time.
Referee: Might as well be frank, monsieurs. It would take a miracle to win in Gdańskblanca, and the Germans have outlawed miracles.
Santos: I congratulate you.
Lev: What for?
Santos: Your work.
Lev: I try.
Santos: We all try. You succeed.
——–after game ————
Santos: Of all the gin cross game roads, in all the Euros, in all the Mundials, they (Germans) walk to ours.
Santos (to Victory): Let’s see, the last time we met…
Victory: Was La Belle Russian.
Santos: How nice, you remembered. But of course, then the Germans marched.
Victory: Not an easy day to forget.
Santos: I remember every detail: The Germans wore white, we wore blue.
Katsuranis (in the airport): I’m saying it because it’s true. Inside of us, we all know that Victory belonged to them. Don’t remember the bullshit we fed the reporters.
Sifakis: But what about us?
Katsuranis: We will always have Sami’s.