Character: Vera

Will there be men? Well let you always invite me, I'm a single woman now...

- Guess why I'm late?
- The district Committee, or something, was it?
- Slept.
- Oh!
First time in my life overslept!

It's an interesting reproduction of the "Mona Lisa".
- What are you, Ludmila prokofievna. This is not a reproduction, it's our computer, Barowski programmed.

- Vera, I sometimes abrupt and rude...
- Yes, it is a fact.
Is the fact something to hide. I have a terrible character.
- Yes, disgusting!

- How to say... Well... in short... What do people wear now?
- In what sense?
- In terms of clothes... Here...
But... why should you? Oh, sorry, Ludmila prokofievna.

See, still here, Ludmila prokofievna, important such a thing as a combinatorial. Well... A Combination.

- That's what distinguishes a business woman and a... Woman?
What?
- Gait!

- Vera, you know. Please explain to me what is happening with Ludmila Prokofievna.
- She has an affair with Novoseltsev. Don't you know? All know.
- Office romance...

The blazer is a club jacket.
- For the "House of culture", what?
- There is also possible.

- If you have such thick brows, I've got this as something to fight!
- And how this can be combated?
- Have to pull out, thin out.
- What?
Well, at least spring!
The spring? Sweetie, that hurt me!
Well, you are the woman, be patient! The eyebrow should be thin-thin as a thread. Surprised raised.

- Vera, you will be fifty years old - you too will gather!
- I will not live, my job is too hazardous.

The pension is on the horizon - and it is there! It's a sexual revolution!

- How do you like my hair?
- To die - not stand.

- Chest!
- Chest? Faith, You flatter me.
- You all flatter.