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Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A M?Šzga Csal??d K??l?śn?śs Kalandjai 3 Aut?? Tort??ra Teljes [english Subtitles]\NIt's good to be insane, for just a day\NAnd see our troubles fly away like cloudy days\NThere's something beautiful in turning gold out from tin\NOur spirits fly high, but the air is so thin!\NBold and brash, carefree, never forlorn\NDon't be afraid to grab the bull right by the horn\NAnd when trouble first rears its head, don't you start singin' blues\NDon't expect brainiacs, to give you any clues\NIf anyone doubts you just, take a good look at them\NTell them to walk in your shoes!\NI am Mezga Geza, and I brake, for no one\NBut my family's a bunch of clowns\NIn a space so tiny, there's no room, for whining\NEven though there's nothing to brag about\NIn our house we live it up, party hard, till we drop\NLike we live in the "wild west", mayhem, chaos, and fun\NDaddy, mommy, children too, love for him, me and you\NNeither whines or hangs their head, worries, troubles, or pouts\NKristina's head is empty, and filled with, confetti\NIntroducing stupid Alad??r\NBickering constantly, like Kitty, and Bl?śki\NSomeday maybe they'll bury the hatchet\NIn our house we live it up, party hard, till we drop\NLike we live in the "wild west", mayhem, chaos, and fun\NDaddy, mommy, children too, love for him, me and you\NNeither whines or hangs their head, worries, troubles-\NThe newest family member is our extremely distant descendant in the 30th century.\NMZ/X, MZ/X, please respond, please respond.\NSwitchtrans.\NWhat did he say?\NI'll tell you for a forint!\NOft do I forget that Neohungarian is lost upon the denizens of the Old Atomic Age.\NLuckily, I can speak to my ancestors via this mind-reading translation device.\NOur relationship is secretive and mystical, even a little bit metaphysical.\NIt's good to be insane, for just a day\NAnd see our troubles fly away like cloudy days\NThere's something beautiful in turning gold out from tin\NOur spirits fly high, but the air is so thin!\NBold and brash, carefree, never forlorn\NDon't be afraid to grab the bull right by the horn\NAnd when trouble first rears its head, don't you start singin' blues\NDon't expect brainiacs, to give you any clues\NIf anyone doubts you just, take a good look-\NNobody's looking,\NEveryone's crazy, that's life!\N[horrible singing]\NKristina! You're coming to the wedding dressed like that?\NYou look like a milkmaid!\NWhy? You're the one who said the bride is a cow.\NPlease don't start with me. Put on either your pink or your white outfit.\NCan't we go to a funeral instead? I like my black dress so much more.\NYou'll be putting it on soon after you drive me to an early death.\NChildren! Where is my straw hat?\NYour lovely daughter "reused" it.\N"Reused" it? For what?\NBedding.\NMafia had a litter of kittens. Of course if you still want to wear it...\NWell! This is a madhouse, I swear to you, a certified madhouse!\NYou're not exactly part of the staff, either.\NWhat is on your feet, G?Šza?\NOh, whatever. Who's gonna be paying attention to my feet at a wedding?\NBut why did you put on an unmatching pair of shoes?\NBecause the other member of each pair presses on the corns on my feet.\NHow many times have I told you to have them cut out?\NI cut them out but now they're ugly!\NI don't understand you sometimes.\NLooks awesome, daddy! You're the next trendsetter for sure.\NWould you like to break in my blue jeans?\NCan we PLEASE get going? The trip to Kecerakonca is at least 3 hours long.\NI still have to do my hair.\NAlad??r? Come on. We'll warm up the car.\NOh yeah. Paula, are we taking Bl?śki?\NThat mutt is not fit for a wedding.\NI'll drop him at M??ris's place.\NAlright, just hurry up.\NI hope it starts. It was coughing up a storm last night.\NIt was freezing.\NYou think it got a cold?\NWell, it doesn't want to start.\NThe battery must have drained.\NDrained? What would have drained it? It was resting all night!\NYou probably should have put it in neutral first.\NI'll never stop behind a puddle again. It's a good thing the engine stopped.\NAlad??r!\NYes, dad?\NJust this once, I'm letting you touch the car.\NPlease put it in neutral while I try to juice the carburetor.\NHey, is this thing supposed to smoke like that?\NWell... maybe not this much.\NSome day I'm going to sell this piece of junk anyway.\NDon't threaten it too much. Cars listen.\NHey there, what's wrong?\NEngine trouble.\NI see, I see. You have a rupture in your cylinder valve.\NYou think?\NI can tell just by glancing at it!\NNo way. The engine is simply a little congested.\NDon't you try to teach me, big-ears.\NAnd what am I supposed to do with it?\NTake apart the whole thing and that's that! Tools, please.\NBut we were about to leave for Keszerakonca!\NIf you're in a rush, you're better off walking.\NThis won't be a car today.\NThis? Ha! It will fly like a silver arrow!\NOut with this, and this...\NHere. Take these apart and sort them according to size, color, and taste.\NG?Šza, what are you doing here?\NFixing the car, my love.\NIn your celebration outfit?\NWe won't be celebrating if this car doesn't start!\NWhat a catastrophe! We'll be late for sure.\NNo worries. I love being fashionably late.\NGood day, doctor.\NSalutations!\NGood day. I see Lopatyuk is taking apart a car again?\NIt's done already, doctor. \NHey!\NWhere are you taking the ventilator?\NTo the playground.\NHe's got mania mechanicaricus autoloonia.\NIt's a delusion that makes him think he's a car mechanic.\NDon't worry, he's not a danger to anyone.\NGood luck on your trip.\NThank you.\NG?Šza, tell me, was that propeller important?\NNot anymore.\NSo you're all saying that the car has some kind of serious problem?\NThis thing? Nothing, just the minor matter of a transplanted heart!\NG?Šza, I told you that we have to be at the wedding by 6!\NAlright, alright, I know already!\NI'll call the mechanic. Oy, how do I get this off of my hands?\NWith Ultra [Hungarian cleaning product].\NWith Ultra...\NUltra?\NUltra!\NUltramicrowaves!\NGot it, with ultra.\NNever fear, Paula, while G?Šza is here. Come quickly, Alad??r!\NIn the meantime, take care of these internal parts.\NDad, bring the ground. He's at the M??rises.\NRight, Bl?śki is over there. Turn on the radio while I'm gone.\NWill I ever have some peace in this God-forsaken hovel?\NOh, it's you. Yes?\NMy dear Dr. M??ris, would it be possible for me to have my dog back for a couple of minutes?\NYour dog? Of course! Just unhinge him.\NOh... my wife will sew it together.\NThank you very much for the dog; I'll bring him back before you know it.\NI'm bursting at the seams with relief.\NAlad??r, what did you do to my fishing pole?\NI made a remote-controlled adjustable microphone. Here, watch.\NLovely. And how am I supposed to catch fish with this?\NHow should I know? You may speak.\NHello? Hello. This is M?Šzga Radio Budapest.\NSonny, er... Alad??r, how do they call him again?\NMZ/X.\NTryconn retard.\NHow dare you speak to your great cubed grandfather like that?\NI'd better not hear that again! Snot-nosed kid.\NTryconn retard\NWell this is just-\NHe said he TRIED to CONNECT with you but he couldn't REACH you and he sends his REGARD.\NOh, that's different.\NHow do I tell him not to speak in shorthand?\NSwiMinRead.\NSwiMinRead.\NObtest anon?\NWhat?\NObtest anon?\NHe hasn't switched over yet.\N"obtest anon" means that he Obligately Testifies on behalf of your Ancestral Ontogeny.\NBunk. I already switched over, and I was asking whether you OBTEST ANON.\NYou supplicate and you beseech, time and again.\NWell, if these few small favors truly burden you so much-\NThat's not what I said.\NI would just like to know what you need before I overheat again.\NWell, my car got gutted...\N...and I need a new motor.\N'Car.' I learned about this 'car' in my primitive machinery class.\NAnd I still have my textbook, somewhere...\NWhat kind of motor did it have?\NUm, you know, the sputtering kind.\NTurbohydroplaning triphibious?\NWhat is triphibious?\NRoad, sea, and air.\NOh, yes, it needs road, and sea, and air, too.\NNo way!\NWhy do you say that? Don't you want a triphibious car?\NI am sending a new antimagnetomotor.\NIt contains 30 years worth of fuel and a five-directional radar transceiver.\NThe car doesn't have any other problems, does it?\NIt does!\NIt's a bit... rusty.\NI'm sending Cosmosfluidox. Spray it on.\NI'm overheating! The lightpost is away.\NWait a second! How do I install it?\NUsmaninc huntran.\NWhat?\NUsManInc HunTran. You seriously have trouble with this?\NUser Manual Included with Hungarian Translation\NBy the way, it wouldn't hurt to open the window.\NDarn it. Too late.\NYou couldn't have told me earlier?\NDon't worry, dad. Next time we'll remember to ask for a windowpane, too.\NSo this would be the engine?\NIt's a cute little thing, isn't it?\NIt says here: '1000 horsepower.'\NOh, I'm sure they're counting in ponies.\NHere, grab it.\NAnd we spray it down with this.\NHere's the usman inchuntran, too. We're good to go.\NBl?śki! Alad??r, take him back to the M??rises please while I lock up the apartment.\NFinally. So the mechanic is on his way?\NMechanic? What mechanic?\NI can fix a piece of junk like this all by myself.\NWhere's that usman inchuntran?\NHere you go.\NThis kid, I swear, he'll be a physicist some day!\NHe's already an expert. He's an object in free-fall, onto its face.\NAlright, we're done. Now just a little spray.\NWhat is that? Don't tell me it needs cologne to run now.\NThis is just like your hairspray.\NIt holds it together so the wind can't blow it apart.\NOk, everybody in.\NHussle! Now we're really in a hurry.\NIf this thing starts, let me turn into a mule and live out my days on a farm.\NHey, G?Šza. G?Šza!\NIs something compelling you to drive like a madman?\NHa! We're only in second gear, my dear.\NI guess they count horsepowers in thoroughbred stallions, after all.\NGive it some more juice.\NG?Šza, we're in a residential area. What's the speed limit?\NPaula darling, if there's no sign for it, it doesn't exist.\NResidential area. Please.\NWatch out!\NHey! I wasn't trying to look out of THIS window!\NEasy on the brakes! Are you trying to kill us?\NI didn't even step on the brakes!\NSo... how did we stop?\NThe radar transceiver must have kicked in.\NGood day, sir. Your driver's license, please.\NDid I perhaps do something wrong, officer?\NNot 'something.' Everything!\NYou, sir, are these streets' worst nightmare.\NMe???\NDon't argue, G?Šza. That just raises the ticket fee.\NPlease just give the officer your credentials.\NWell, then... here it is.\NFlying coffin.\NG?Šza, if you don't slow down this instant, I'm getting out.\NHehe! You'll get out and fly another 10 miles.\NPaula, please be strong. The brakes are on fire.\NMy dear Lord, what will we do now?\NReflect on the choices you've made in life.\NDad, I'm done already.\NI think we all are now.\NRelax, everyone. It's triphibious.\NG?Šza! You drove into Lake Balaton!\NHey, at least the engine will cool down.\NLook at all the pretty pikes!\NNext time I go fishing, I'll come here.\NTell me something, G?Šza.\NHow is it possible that our car works in water, too?\NMy dear, it is a standard feature of every flood-proof model.\NMr. Captain! Incoming ship off the windward bow!\NAlad??r, does the usman inchuntran say anything about how to stop this thing?\NOf course it does. Like this.\NWell, thank goodness! Oh, wow.\NLook how nice and cool it suddenly got!\NI should have worn my bathing suit. The water feels divine!\NG?Šza! There's water in our car! We're sinking!\NOh no! My outfit is soaked!\NHow am I supposed to go among people like this?\NWe're not going among people, Paula darling.\NWe're going among fishes.\NHelp! Somebody he-[gargling noises]\NAlad??r! Is there any way out of this?\NOf course there is. You just press this button.\NIt's like pulling teeth with you, every single time.\NI don't like to strain myself when it's not entirely necessary.\NHey look! I've become a bridesmaid.\NG?Šza, now I've had just about enough of your practical jokes.\NI came all this way to be a guest of honor, not a diver!\NDon't worry, Paula dear, we're almost there.\NThey must already be missing me a great deal.\NWell, it looks like the Budapest branch of the clan isn't coming after all.\NEh, we're better off without them anyway.\NThey don't really care about their country bumpkin relatives.\NI told you we shouldn't have invited them in the first place!\NWhether we invited them or not, they're clearly not coming.\NThere's no harm done or hard feelings on either side.\NLet them sit in their fancy city-slicker condominium.\NWell, that's certainly true.\NAlright, then. Let's all feast and be merry without them!\NHonored guests from the south, north, west, and east,\NIt's time for us to begin our wedding feast!\NThe lovely bride in white, and her lucky loving groom,\NAnd every other favored guest, in high spirits, consume!\NEverything on the table!\NThe goose, the lamb, the pork, everything!\NFor the greasy palate, our finest wines and spirits!\NSo, you all decided to show up after all?\NEverything is ruined!\NG?Šza, you literally crashed the wedding...\NI never liked greasy foods.\NOh, we seem to be a bit late.\NNonsense. You all got here just on time.\NMy rifle!\NKids! Family! Quickly, back in the car!\NAfter it!\NG?Šza, where did our car go?\NWho knows? Straight to the junk pile.\NWell, run after it!\NBest if you all run with me.\NNo use rushing. Don't worry, nothing worse can happen to us.\NI can't believe I gave Peter Hufnagel his ring back.