Character: Emmy

Men hate those whom we've wronged.

- Emmy! What do you do?
- I'm doing horizontal running!

- What's your name?
Cow Amy.
- You call yourself a cow Emmy?
- Yes, you skinny bitch, did not say it behind my back.

Why do you write? Because I have a need to write to you. And there is no desire in silence, without words to wait for the seventh wave. Here all tell each other a story about a wayward "seventh wave". The first six waves are predictable and balanced. <...> They provide continuity. <...>
But beware the seventh wave! It's unpredictable. For a long time she does not stand out, swaying along with the rest in this never-ending repetitive dance... But sometimes suddenly escapes into the wild. Only she, only the seventh wave. Because she's carefree, simple-minded rebel. It instantly sweeps away everything in its path, all converts. There is no concept of "before", she now is only the present moment. And after it all differently. Better or worse? This can only be judged by those whom it covered, who dared to stand in her way, who yielded to its power.
And now I have an hour sitting on the balcony, counting the waves and are looking to make a seventh. Yet none of them escaped into the wild. But I'm on vacation, I'm in no hurry, I'll wait. I'm not losing hope!

Believe me, it's all whiskey! Whiskey and me. I have something that sits in me, and whiskey - what is it of me removed.

I thought apples only teachers are presented.
Just not only I teach my students, but they teach me. I come up with this expression!
Bullshit!

I think I slightly naked...
- But you're not a rat! It's good!..
Yes... could You bring me some clothes?
- Of course! Only you don't go anywhere.
Yes!