Wherever someone thinks of you, that’s where home is.
Home is where your rump rests.
Home is the place when you leave you just miss it. So, yeah, I'm gonna keep running until I feel that.
Chewie... we're home.
You're not sorry to go, of course. With people like us our home is where we are not.
— Do you, at this time, have any fear of returning to your own country?
— OK. Let me try it again. Your country's at war. There are men in the streets with guns. Political persecution.
— Yes. It's terrible.
— Yeah, it's horrible. And God only knows what could happen. Innocent people are torn from their beds.
— On Tuesdays. I hate Tuesdays.
— So you're afraid?
— From what?
— Krakozhia. You're afraid of Krakozhia.
— Krakozhia? No, I am not afraid from Krakozhia. I'm a little afraid of this room.
— I'm talking about bombs. I'm talking about human dignity. Human rights. Viktor, please don't be afraid to tell me you're afraid of Krakozhia.
— Is home. I am not afraid from my home.