Character: Dr. James Wilson (Dr. James Wilson). Page 1

- Tell us something about this table.
- It is wooden and for him to eat.

- People change, house.
- Of course, they get older, their ovaries dry up and they fall for such Dobryakov like you.

I'm not going to give you some advice that you will distort it to suit your own warped worldview.

- Finally you gave sensible advice!
- You have not understood correctly, just as quickly agreed.

- Are you crazy?
As an ex - patient insane asylum, I think the wording is offensive.
- I have forbidden to bathe in my bathroom! Revenge should be adequate.
- A statement needs to be made coherent.

- Did you learn anything new?
Yes. I'm an addict.

- You had the perfect candidate, and you blew it.
- Have you seen her shoes?!
- I'm not talking about her.
Are you talking about Cameron?
I'm talking about every woman that you at least meant something.
- Cameron is so not perfect.
- Nobody is perfect.
- Mother Teresa?
Dead.
- Angelina Jolie?
- No medical education.
- Now who's being mean?
- You will be left alone, house.

I saw all the films of horror: six-year-old twins in front of the Elevator full of blood, a boys choir - those are bad signs. In our case everything is much more prosaic: the billionaire wants to get laid.
Billionaires buy movie studios to get laid. They buy hospitals to get respect.
And why would they respect?
- To.. to get laid!
- Just the same.

If I spend time with someone else, and you zadolbali me and this poor bastard.
- What? Isn't it fun?

All depends on common interests. Looking for that you can combine: John Woo movies, novels, cabbage...

I don't want to discuss, not to discuss "neovagina".

I'm sorry, but I don't believe that we're all just chemical compounds.

Even if an absolute truth exists, it is inaccessible to us in its entirety.
Even if an absolute truth exists, we can't know all of it.