Character: Sinbad

The country, which is still on his people, should not exist.

People of the sea - the furious waves. And waves that I can not win, does not exist.

- Come on, you scum, or die! Or die when you get out!
- What's the difference?
- The fool!

- Sinbad?!
- Uh-uh... Now, don't say anything, I'll remember... Zuhra? Sulima?..
[At this point, the Salar from under the collar peeping medallion Sinbad]
- Solara?! But how? You were like this.
- Seven years have passed Sinbad. I've changed. And you? Now likes to wear women's clothes? You better go pink.
- No, Solara you've got it all wrong!..
- I've waited seven years for your letter, why didn't you write me?
[finds in the chest of the dress]
- Well, pink!

What?!
- Thank you!
- Please!
- Well, everything!
You didn't have to worry!
And I will not!
- Great!
Have a nice day.
- Same to you!
*slams the door*

I am going with you! Don't tell me women have no place in the realm of chaos.
- I wouldn't say that.