Character: Bomb

- Aunt, and "Science and life" is?
- Science is, and there is no life. I got a man last winter zastupilsya fishing. Now below the waist, so not a spouse, as a souvenir. Only mustaches are. If not for you, the soldiers, even cry. Come on, sacastic, to my utility room, I barbarian mound.
- No, you'd better give "Technique - youth".

A horseman, come here!
- What?
- You love your mum?
- Love your mum. And Tanya love. And Olya love the Artist, we have it at the plant in quality control work.
- And the money love?
Very.
- Tell us where Gena Bobkov is the Jackal, we're his friends. We have a lot of money.

- Boys do not want to corrupt love?
- I'm the person gnawed.

- You as "Fyodor", name?
- My name is Anatoly Vasilyevich Pestelev. I'm the toolmaker... fourth grade.
- What you name is not called?
- What their pampered!? The documents themselves are lost. Let looking.

- You don't mess with my stomach. I have a child bearing overcooked.
- He's still an idiot...

- Tolya, what are you all of our work burnt?
- I didn't mean to. Experiment it was. On the subject of an innovation proposal.
- Why didn't I at least accounting to the dining room to leave?
- What is it?
Today pay was supposed to be.
- I had not thought of.
- Do not think! Now, think of them as the first train the troops drove off - and then sasaguchi in a cage, like a giraffe.

- A little more - and I'll go crazy...
- I already have... my eye twitches...
- And I have my finger sewn...