Character: Figaro

- You, doctor Bartolo, a philologist?
- Yes!
- And I'm a Professor of Philology!

- Where have I seen this guy?
- Me? Your wife, in Seville, I was summoned to her service.
- When?
Less than a year before the birth of your youngest son. By the way, a wonderful guy, I'm proud of it!
- Yes, I have the most beautiful!
- Well, that's understandable!

Time - an honest man, as the Italians say, and they always tell the truth! That's time I show who wants to harm me, and who I want good.

Who else will stay in the castle - watch out for Countess?
- Yeah, well watch, Your Excellency? Countess - she's a healthy woman! What are you talking about?
- Healthy-it is healthy...

- Your Excellency! Born to be a courtier!
- I say such a hard craft...
- Receive, take, ask! The three words the whole mystery.

And are not you ashamed to play by the honor of a decent woman?
- I'm almost with any of the women themselves won't allow: fear to get to the point!

Let no love, why hate?

- Doctor, You know, I think that all the fools of Andalusia and Seville are gathered here today!
- Kings! This is ridiculous!
And that's just You, the doctor, is not enough...

- Well, kiss me - then I immediately fall!
- I kissed my beloved today? What I will say tomorrow my husband?
- You can't imagine how much I love you, Suzanne.
- Well, when You stop, obnoxious, telling me about it in the morning and evening?
- As soon as I get the opportunity to prove this to You from evening to morning.

- Why, Suzanne?
- I don't like it!
- No, tell me why!
What if I don't want to talk? To prove that I have reason, then, to assume that I may not be them at all!

- With your mind, your talent could be promoted.
- With the mind, and suddenly - to move? What are You, kidding me if you please, your Excellency? Servile mediocrity, that's who wins!

Let no love - why hate?

- My son, my son, I need you to repent! Two words! I was unfair to your lovely wife under the influence of bad feelings and although he assured me that she rejected all the proposals of the count, I still felt that they - at the same time.
- Mom, why so son is bad you know, if you think purely female conversations can make me shake?
- Son, it is very good that you're so so sure! Jealousy is...
- Mother, jealousy is a foolish child of pride or a fit of violent insanity. Suzanne but if I ever did, I forgive her in advance, because she have so much to work on...

- But, darling, everything turned out not as you expected, and not as we're expected!
- The case disposed wiser than all of us put together, my baby. And as always in life: we try, make plans, prepare for one, and fate presents us something quite different. Starting with the insatiable conqueror, who is able to swallow the whole world, to a humble blind man led by a dog, all we toy with her whims...