Character: Roma Bukin

- After all, there would be no problems if you used the swing.
- I would have no problem if dad had used a condom!

Light, don't scold dad for his mistakes! In the end, you're one of them.

- When a woman sleeps, her brain cleared!
- So you sleep all the time?

Rum, what's a simpleton?
- Silly, stupid, uneducated people. In short, a bit smarter than you.

The channel is "Nerd TV", the program "Hard to be a loser", tell me what you feel?

- What do I do?
- Screw up and die.

Thanks, dad, for our happy childhood. Normal fathers his children on the side of the plant, as pereklinilo: everything in the house, everything in the house!

And keep in mind, I'm going to smoke pot like all the rappers. Mom, where's the dill?

Now I have completely changed the image - now I'm a rapper-bully. Goodbye, Roma Bukin, Hello, Grandmaster Bit!
- Roma, what is a Bit?
- Brother stupid!
- Ah!

Well, if you don't want to help me, then I'll tell aunt Lena. And she'll kill you and then she'll kill him Shred, and then uncle Tolia will come and kill you again because you killed him, aunt Lena, okay?

- I want... I want... And came up with...
- Parents will not allow us to keep in the house pony.
- Oh... Well then I want... Oh!
And unicorns do not exist!
- Well, then I'm going to think, and how you come up with something intelligent - to say.
- Well, then I have fifty years.

Have the courage to sell her body is better than selling shoes. Finally, your children will be proud of you! Our father - Gena Bukin - a male prostitute.

Light, do not worry, everything in the world is relative. Regarding Klauke of 8-B - you're beautiful, and about Sophie - you Klavka in 8-B!

I remember these fights, the area of the district. One side 100 on the other 200... and then I'm going with a balalaika from a musical school.
- Yes, we do not have to ask.
- No, we all remember. Teenagers listened to that awful heavy metal.
Yes, all those black leather jackets with rivets, these bandages. These rock concerts and teenagers: "a-A-a", the drummer: the thousand-thousand-thousand, guitar: HEU-HEU-HEU. And then the guitarist the guitar about the stage and BAM... here I go with a balalaika from a musical school.