Character: Gosh Rudkovsky

In the tabloids the truth only the page numbers.

- Girl, and you know that drinking a Mojito very harmful?
- Harmful?
For your bill is pretty bad, let me buy you a drink.

You forgot all about my birthday!
Oh, I forgot. Can't you see that I'm wearing my festive Thong?

Time like grains of sand that roll through your fingers life, to count them is impossible, but someday the palm of the consciousness is empty, the grains merge with each other and form forever.

I mean, I wanted her a little different. Well and, accordingly, all our talk was of little else.

- I don't know you, brother. You only that he traded the cocktail bed-sex movies-hyouka-thank you.
- Just a long time in the movie did not go.

Well, where mustachioed uncle hiding other people's things? To the Museum "Field of miracles", perhaps!

- I came to invite you to my funeral.
- When?
- If you're not coming home, tomorrow!
- Until tomorrow.

- You think I am a soulless creature, and I don't care about friends?
- Of course I do. I know it!

I can't think about other people's children! Until you attach the five million!

Again, I did not sleep well, because I have a young, growing sometimes at night the body!

- Gosh, you sneezed on the table?
- Kuzma, it's oysters.

- Kuzma, the loss of loss?
- No, it's the setup of the bases...

TV spoils the eyesight, and the House-2 in his head!