Character: Ellie

- In my childhood I had a sore in my ear, something congenital. I did not hear. And who did I eventually become? The singer. So there are talented people everywhere. Every person is talented. And until you take a step and try, you never know. For this we are born to tell people something of our own.

I want to save my soul and marry for money.

_ Oh, a whole chasm. It absorbs music, pictures, books, mountains, lakes, beautiful clothes, and a company of nice people - in this country you are deprived of all this if you have no money.

One cheeks and the other kisses her. One gets money and the other spends.
- I'm wondering which of us is more profitable than this deal?
- You. These people have been sitting in their office all their lives. You will have to endure it from lunch to morning breakfast. But most of that time you'll be sleeping. All day you will dispose of yourself at your own discretion. And you will spend his money. If this is too much for you, marry a captain of a long voyage.

“I'd let him have the last word, dear. The most important thing is not to say the last word, but to put it on your own.

- A young man will have the right to expect love from me and, perhaps, will leave me when he sees that I cannot give him anything like that. Rich young people, you yourself know, have the ability to get rid of their wives very easily. And this scarecrow, as you have deigned to express, cannot expect anything from me except what I intend to provide to him.

If love is denied to me, this does not mean that I must also live in poverty.

Please do not think that if you have basked in velvet all your life and now live like this, then women who lived in real hell can just as easily relate to everything as you do.

You see how it hit me - hit me right in the face - and it killed a whole and better part of my life - the one that will never return. And you imagine that you can comfort me with these kisses and lisps.

- It's just that life is beginning to educate you, baby.

All his life he had to make ends meet, just so as not to leave us homeless and give us a good upbringing. And his whole life was a continuous struggle. Always the same obstacle - no money.

If God exists, He hates people, that's for sure. And I have nothing more to add.

I'm on the side of the oppressed, but I'm not ready to pour gasoline and to set fire to himself.

Look! Like the eagle soaring in the midnight sky, only the eagle, weighing one hundred twenty kilos and awesome Tits.