Character: Saleswoman

- It would be better to sew up the cut. But it is possible.
- You don't ask...
- It does not concern me. You need help - what's the difference why. Today I will treat your wound. And tomorrow you do will help someone. Not survive alone.

Fu, handsome guys.
- What's wrong with them?
- I don't know, cute is overrated.

And do you have the same, but with pearl buttons?
- Unfortunately, no...
- No, right? We seek...

- Oh, good afternoon! You just got on sale underwear!
- Jinx, how about a couple?
G - string I rubbed.

- Can I help you?
- Where Is Angus?
Isn't he still on day shift?
- Isn't this the day?
I came early?
- Any idea where he might be?
- Maybe he's home? He did not live right next door? Can we go inside and ring the bell?
- Wait, why does everything you say sound like a question?
- And you is not it? And maybe I just didn't focus attention on this?
Really?
- Yes?
- Eh?..

- I need your help.
You to thank or to atone?
- To surprise you.
I know what you will do.
- About... does that openly, defiantly vulgar... what I need! Take!

- That we, women, are the biggest? I mean, in the body.
Soul probably - I assumed. Or mind, although men think differently.
- That's really mind us completely useless. To get married is necessary, but not to write the thesis. Biggest, women, ass. Too fat!

- Yes, you do not fret, we often have customers such as you. What size bra you like for your guy?
- No, you misunderstand, I'm not the guy. We're married, not to each other, on women.
- Yes, if I were gay, I'd pick someone prettier.
On something mean?
- You do not excite me.

- Tell me, you have no such gloves?
- Only on the counter.
- Don't you have a warehouse?
- And what about the basement?
- No warehouse, no basement, no attic.