Character: Ludmila Prokofievna Kalugina Nasty Woman. Page 1

- What kind of person you are? I can't get the hang of you...
I don't want to bite, what to bite.

- How could she leave children, Leontiev? She's a mother.
Ha! Mother!.. Mother they had better!

- You do not drink.
Why? I do. Very... why?

- You claimed that I am callous!
Why? Soft!
- Inhuman!
- Human!
- Heartless!
Heart!
- Dry!
- Wet!

- Do not say anything, you're a real modern man!
- What right do you have to insult me so?!

- By the way, I hope that financially you are not affected? Circus tickets will not be lost?
- Well of course! I will sell them at a speculative price.
Yeah. Well, in your usability I have no doubt, comrade Novoseltsev.
- Perceptive you are, comrade Kalugin!

Red. Or white?
- Or white. But can red.

- You are leaving because the Director of your institution Kalugin...
Well, well, bolder, braver!
- Tyrant?!
- Yeah. Tyrant!

- Bublikov died!
- Why did you die? I gave no such order... As he died?

Well, it turns out that everyone thinks I'm such a monster?
- Do not exaggerate. Not all... not such a monster...

Sometimes it happens that I want to cry, but what am I crying alone? It's like that alcoholic who drinks alone.

- Don't hit me on the head, it's my weak spot!
Is your empty space!

- What is an accordion? Heel?
- The shaft!!!

- So, bad legs, Ludmila prokofievna, it is necessary to hide.
Where?
Under the Maxi!