Sofia Residents in Excess

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Yes?

Thanks!

Give me water.

Right... Now, let's not get overexcited .

W... What? - Quiet, please!

The Headquarters have just informed me that...

I win! I have at least 100 votes more!

We win! - Bravo! Bravo!

They've just told me that according to our estimations, we have 100 votes more.

Bravo, Rangel! Bravo!

Give me a kiss! - Are we sure?

These are not the final results, but since the Chairman phoned personally...

It's all going to be like before! - Let me kiss the old Mayor.

Now, let me kiss the new Mayor.

Congratulations, Dad!

Yordan, Yordan!

Slaveya, I couldn't have done it without you.

What did I do?! I only gave the idea... and made it happen.

Bravo, Mum, you're amazing! - Yana!

Do you know what's the best thing, Mr. Chekanov? Winners don't get sued.

Bravo, Mum! You'll be a great Mayoress.

Bravo, Dad! Will you now hire me as your Secretary? I already know how to type on a computer.

Dear, we can now hire you even as our Municipality Architect!

Thank you very much for all you've done! - Not a problem. It was a mutual effort.

To the Mayor!

Cheers! - To the good Mayor!

I'm the better Mayor! - Cheers!

Mr. Chekanov, congratulations! - Ooo, Desi!

Let's all head to the pub! Patso, call the hunters' club.

Let's go! - Yordan, Yordan, now you'll see what happens!

Galabina? - Yes? - The flag!

Congratulations! - Thank you, Desi.

I couldn't have done it without you.

Rangel, come on!

Dad, now that you'll be the Mayor, we'll starve at home! - Yana, what do you mean?!

Well, who's going to cook?! - Don't worry, he won't go to work without cooking first.

We go to the pub! Let all people in this village know that

the villagers' kingdom is over!

Let's not hurry up. - Slaveya, these are not the final results.

Kalina, how much more final can they get? We go! I'm buying.

Yordan, get your wallet. - We can go with my car. - Superb!

I'll... get musicians! - One moment!

I have to put on my victorious dress! - OK, quick!

Lyubo Neykov | Albena Pavlova

Stoyanka Mutafova

Vasil Draganov

Krustyu Lafazanov | Silvia Lulcheva

Mina Markova

Eva Tepavicharova | Ruslan Muynov

Nencho Ilchev

Hristo Gurbov

Ivan Yurukov | Violeta Markovska | Ivan Panayotov

TOO MANY SOFIANS

What are we doing?

You've put the counter on, right? - Yes, but do you have money?

Dimo

1 missed call

Dimo, what's up? - Mima, your father won!

Super! I'll give him a call to congratulate him.

It's all working out great: your Dad is still the Mayor and my uncle took the Accountancy part under his firms.

We will have a lot of money! We'll go on vacation to Argentina and have the greatest wedding!

I'm very happy, Mima! I love you very much!

When are you coming? We're now going to the pub. - I'll come later.

We have to celebrate! I'll come get you.

Ah, actually, I can't right now.

Let's see each other directly there. Bye!

Listen...

We both know where the treasure is. - And?

And?! Think about it! - I am thinking! And so what?!

Whoever takes it, the other one will reveal it.

Therefore, let's split it and we take our separate ways.

What am I going to split with you?! This treasure belongs to my Grandpa, this is our money!

Who is your Grandpa exactly?

Is Vulchan Voyvoda your Grandpa? Or maybe Father Martin?

Or the Roman Emperor is your Grandpa? - No! My Grandpa is King Marko!

One person cannot lift this thing alone.

OK, help me. We split it equally. - We split it...

After we first take the money out for my scanner! - OK, whatever! Come! Get the pickax.

Go.

We lift together, are you ready? On three. One, two...

Wait! - What are you doing?!

The curse!

Ash! We need ash. - What ash! Are you nuts?!

Whoever touches a treasure without putting ash on it first, they'll turn to ashes themselves.

What? - What what?!

What is this nonsense?! - Nonsense, you say?

Then tell me, which normal person dies because of eating Turkish delight? - Grandpa.

But he died because you let him. - He died because he hadn't sprinkled the treasure with ash.

One must take ash from the Christmas fire, sprinkle it on top,

and only open the treasure on the next day. - What Christmas?! Christmas is in December!

I always have Christmas ash in my car. Let's go!

Wait!

I'll stay here to watch over the treasure. - If you stay here, you'll die.

Really? - Yes, really!

Because if you even lay a finger on it, I will personally strangle you with these two hands.

Careful, now! Put a comma after "Congratulations", and an exclamation mark after "Rangel".

That's right! Whoever will first roster, they will prosper!

You finish up, and I'll bring the salads.

I was going to kill him. He's my son, but he was about to fail the elections.

Don't say that, Rangel. It's not the kid's fault. - What kid?! He eats 3 kufteta with his coffee every morning!

His head is bigger than mine, but it's totally empty! - Eh, stop it!

Radko is all forgiven.

Ooo, Patso! Come, join us! Why are you serving? Let the others do the job.

The Mayor comes first.

It's good that I had been chosen for the Mayor again, otherwise you probably wouldn't have been running around like that.

Izvorians, thank you for your support!

Whatever you want to eat or drink tonight, it's on me. Cheers!

Cheers! Cheers! - To the Mayor!

Patso, turn the music up!

That's right!

People, congratulations! You won!

The new Mayor congratulates you.

Bravo, bravo! - Kalina, stop!

Stop it! Enough with this chalga! Try something more...

Do you know Ode to Joy? - What?! - Ode to Joy.

No, we don't. - How is it possible that you don't know Europe's hymn?! Yana, sing!

Ah, why didn't you say so, boss?!

Congratulations!

Victory! - Dimo, where did you lose Maria?

Well, she worked till late and she's very tired. - You have to be harder on her. She's my daughter, but she's a woman.

You know where women go to? To the winners. Isn't that right, Galabina?

Do you have drinks? - Yes. - Then...

Let's drink to winners! Let's drink to me, because I won the elections.

Let's drink to Dimo, because he won my daughter's heart.

Let's drink to Patso, because tonight he'll have a great turnover, since I'm paying.

And to Galabina - she's a winner, too.

Let's drink to my wife, who... always wins over my hunger in the kitchen.

Cheers! Cheers!

Cheers to the Mayor!

Ah, Rangel, the hunters' club!

Victory!

What's that? - The hunters' club.

I didn't fail him!

Victory!

Didn't I promise you?!

I had forgotten that outside, in reality, they were having elections.

Hooray to the new Mayor. - Hooray. Hooray to whoever he is.

If the hunters are shooting, that means Dad won the elections. Now, you'll see!

You, idiot! What difference does it make who'll be the Mayor now?! We're rich!

Come, quick! Let's have a rakia, Mayor!

Who do you think won the elections?

I think it's...

one of them two.

Yeah, but it's important that we know whether I'm now with the Mayor's son or you're with the Mayor's daughter.

My Dad won.

How do you know? - I'm sure.

Now, that we sprinkled it, what next? - In the morning we check for footprints.

Whatever animal left them, we have to sacrifice it. Only then the curse won't follow us.

And if there are no footprints? - Then we have to sacrifice a rooster.

Don't tell me you also have a rooster in your trunk! - Nonsense!

A rooster!

You know the legend about our mineral water, don't you? - You mean, its rising powers? - Yes.

Nothing works with me. Except you.

Patso, pour the boys a rakia! - Thank you, Mayor!

Cheers! - Cheers!

Yordan - Mayor! Yordan - Mayor!

Go on, switch the music off!

Hello, Lyutov! - Hello, Mayor!

Yordan, you're the Mayor now.

Hello, Rangel!

Are you all crazy?! What is this music? - I'm celebrating my victory.

You're somewhat mistaken.

Is this one filling up your heads with this nonsense?

Rangel, you have to learn to lose.

The Mayor is dead! Long live the Mayor!

Why have you stolen our flag from the Town Hall?

You have to be waving a white flag.

Keep laughing. Indeed, it's very funny.

Just watch out that your smile doesn't freeze. - One laughs last, if one laughs...

last!