Character: Chris. Page 1

- To be honest, Chris, I really like to be right, but I superklasse can be wrong
- Marat Lucianic, well, what kind of person you are, huh? What about all my efforts, my hard work?..
- And I very much appreciate, man, so I'd never more to plunder.
Thank you.
I came to Rob the store, so Gimme the loot Marat Lucianic!

- Are you smart. I like it. It's sexy.
You think so?

Really wanted to pull his folder and ask in the forehead. To ask, despite the fact that this question is entirely inappropriate and probably dangerous. After all, people who are initiated into the mysteries of the mafia, amnesia can not hurt!

Unconsciously imitating a zombie, dragged herself to the bathroom. Washed, cleaned 32 (actually 28, but this stuff), simultaneously noting that hangovers were not there. Closely examined the hair and concluded that yesterday's styling didn't suffer much, so that the head can not be washed.

Every Ranger knows that the French and the Indians attack at dawn.

I'm under fire feel protected. One gets the impression that while doing good, me like God protects.

- We had one chance in a thousand. What would we get?
- Back home...

I've made mistakes and I paid for them. Hope I don't have to pay for them all my life.

Now listen. I don't care how many times you came last, until I got here. You can do it. You should be able to if you try. Well, I'll give you carrots. We fail so often to see, but I'll think of you, I will come when I have a free day. I promise! Hey, I'm gonna miss you.

You psychologists not working?
Worked, but in the end three of them needed by the experts.

Psychologists say that with my "injuries" I'm supposed to get hysterical just from the presence of someone of the opposite sex, but psychologists are idiots.

... Outside the window, flashed home and people in a hurry. Sometimes I wonder how are they better than me? All of these people. Why do they have that I don't have? Whom and, most importantly, what are they for? In fact, most of them are nothing, they are useless. Nevertheless, the fate of most of them are much sweeter than me. No, I'm not complaining and not trying to expose themselves as a victim of circumstances. There are those who are much worse, but what do I care about them? Man is so constituted, he notices and envies only those who are more fortunate. The other is a fastidious regrets. Strange creatures people.

Wrap them guns up, count the money, put your seat belt on!

Country song no one wants to hear.
- Is there a country song that someone wants to listen to?