Character: Mar. Page 2

But this young woman, miss Finnigan.
My sonic screwdriver...
She was a patient.
My sonic screwdriver...
With the straw she looked like a vampire!
I love my sonic screwdriver!..
- DOCTOR!
Yes... *threw a screwdriver* I'm sorry.

What if will be like in the movie - you step on a butterfly and changes the future?
- Then don't step on butterflies... What have they done to you?!

My love in me, it does not disappear, only changing the objects. No need to tie it the feeling that I generate myself. They are only reason. Just me and divine love. And the man just stands against the light, and just seems to me that the Shine from it. Now that he's gone, love still, love it all, it is about anyone.

My every thoughts of you, my whole day, from morning swim to night eye cream is all for you, so you were proud that I was beautiful. Even those stupid words that I write in the days when we're not Dating, strung one after another on a string, like mushrooms for drying... even the words I write because they delight you. And the clothes... don't you think you seriously that I always walk around in evening dress, with irises in his hands? Just to entertain you with the weird outfits, my soul.

The people you meet the greatest virtues and the greatest vices.

- We will reduce your degree of anger, I say... UH...
- Uh...
EXPELIARMUS!!!
EXPELIARMUS!!
EXPELIARMUS!!!!
Thank You, Rowling!!!

In the end, it is worse - I've just lost the unfaithful lover, and he had lost the woman he loved.

He wants my head. Heart he already held in the hands, it did not satisfy him, the body... well, what is the body? This is not a goal for a real man. But my head, my thoughts, the ability to influence, evoke emotion, they have to eat, use for work - Yes.

- Magic. It's so weird. Just like in the books about Harry Potter.
Nothing. Here read the seventh book... Ohoho... I cried!

Munchausen (the pastor): ... I said: smart man!
Mar: Well, you never know, what about the person talking.

- You're going to jail.
Is a wonderful place... right Here next to me Ovid, Cervantes - we will be tapping with.

Do be sure to kill a man to understand that he is alive?

No matter what bed lay a sick body, it will still be sick.