Character: William

- I'm sorry.
- No need, you did nothing wrong.
- Did. I tried to hide my feelings.

Syndicate Nash? Are you serious? You're a pretty big fish, why are you doing this?
- I'm not a big fish, William. I Moby Dick.

You know, I think you have all the time in the world, but it's not, so stop playing cool, seize the moments, seize them while you are young and fast. You're old before you know it, it will become slow, and then there will be nothing to catch.
And when a cute guy that loves you, offers you a cake, tell him "thank you."

Say what you will about the Nazis... but vanity, they do not occupy.

Can you help me with my homework?
- Sorry, William.
William.
I think I already answered the question. I even don't know.
- You can call me whatever you want.
- As you wish... Well, then I call you a wanker.

- Do you love her?
Yes.
How do you know?
- Dad, I don't...
- It's a simple question. How do you know?
- Without it, life loses its meaning.

Better to repent than to regret. We must love freedom. And not to fear it. Fear is prejudice, and we promised each other not to have prejudices.

- Why don't we turn off the receiver? - plaintively, to no one in particular, asked Philip. - He yells with all his might, and every morning we gather here and suffer from this roar.
Tradition, my boy, startled William. As a member of the County Council and closed schools. Made time, made two... and left forever.

- You know I don't always think.
- Right. Not always head, huh?

If you pass by - pass by.

- You know, what were his last words?
- "Bury me under something ugly"?

God loves us. All of us. Even you.

Is it possible to find happiness with someone who treats you like a normal person?