She’s a woman, she’s lying on the ground.

Let her lie there!

Let the woman lie there because she’s unwell, right?

Move aside, man, stop yelling!

You’re wearing a uniform and you’re telling a woman she’s worth a hundred lari… Who are you calling a hundred-lari girl, huh? Go ahead, film me now, film me so you remember who I am! I’m a mother of three, do you hear me?

Aren’t you ashamed? Calling us hundred-Lari women?

I wouldn’t feed people like you in this country. Stop laughing and have some decency!

“Is betrayal in your genetics? Remember this face well… How much did they pay you? They didn’t? You don’t carry cash, or do they transfer it to your account? Who are you talking about getting paid, you traitor… who’s paying whom? Don’t you get paid? Or do you usually take cash? Traitor!” (they begin throwing eggs)
“Slave! I curse your mother!” (the egg-throwing continues)
“Traitor! You’re a slave. That’s how a slave runs away — this is a slave’s fate. You’ll never reach the point where someone like you walks freely. Understand?” (more eggs are thrown)

Zurabishvili gets into a car with her personal security.