Character: Voland

Margarita: - I want my lover, Master, to be returned to me right now!

- I'm a frivolous person. I asked you for Frida only because I had the imprudence to give her hope. She is waiting, sir, she believes in my power. If she remains deceived, I will not have peace for the rest of my life. It just so happened...

And by the way, I’m not in a hurry.

Woland: - Amazing!

Yes, and so we stopped at sturgeon? My darling! Fresh, fresh and fresh, that should be the motto of every bartender.

- Shoot... Do what you want with me, but I won’t get up.

- Shoot... Do what you want with me, but I won’t get up.

Manuscripts don't burn!

It's not hard for me to do anything.

You cannot argue with me, for the reason I have already mentioned: you are stupid.

Would you be so kind as to think about the question: what would your good do if evil did not exist, and what would the earth look like if shadows disappeared from it? After all, shadows are obtained from objects and people. Here is the shadow of my sword. But there are shadows from trees and from living beings. Don't you want to rip the whole globe, blowing away all the trees and all living things from it because of your fantasy of enjoying the naked light?

How nervous people are today!

And no proof required!

Yes, I would not advise you to go to the clinic, - the artist continued, - what's the point of dying in the ward under the groans and wheezing of hopeless patients. Wouldn't it be better to arrange a feast for these twenty-seven thousand and, having taken poison, move to the sound of strings, surrounded by drunken beauties and dashing friends?