Character: Guy

- I'm sitting here. On the contrary, my best friend and I try to support him. If it's not real, then I'm sorry ...

- He looked at me, look, look!
- Be careful, Joey, God forbid, get pregnant, is it can also.
Hey, this man saved the commander from certain death, and you for what purpose?
The grabbing of the ass, sir. Binge drinking, sir.

- You don't know what I hold in my hands.
Really? I thought the pipe controls weather.
- Well maybe you do!

Kill me, and they'll send someone else, okay? These are the rules. Tomorrow morning, some sucker will Wake up and find themselves on the threshold of the box with your picture.
It will not end. It will never end.

If you're in the game, then you're in the game. That's all. You just live your life, and then find a box, and your fucking life to an end.

- How are you stoned?
I don't know what that means.
It means, like, turn-on, revel in, you're tripping, get drunk and get stoned. Look, I'm not judging. I'm just jealous. What you're on?
- On the chair... on the floor... on the planet Earth.
- Are you stoned, dude.
- I'm not high. I'm... hungry.

To lose love is the worst pain.

- What do you do?
I bisnesman.
- Great. What?
- The hotel.
- And if is more exact?
- Pimp me.

- What do you get wet?
- Look at the sky.
- What do you see there?
As... the Clouds, the stars...
- You're wet and crazy.
- And you?
- Normal, grey...
Grey?
Yes... Only now hiding in colored cloth.

"Listen, friend, you have good eyes, one can see that you're a good man, hard - drawn Hachikian to the guy who stands with his hands behind his back, next to the policeman at the door of the district court. - There's a good guy dies, help!"
A second policeman, they take him by the hand and lead to the "funnel". The "funnel" the guy turns around and shouts:
- Sorry, Genatsvale, in five years will help!

- You signed me up for a bunch of fetish magazines and passed them to my work address?
Ha ha, Yes. All thoroughly fucked over you?
- If by "good fun", you mean a good fire, then Yes.
Oh, but you don't look helluva lot of upset.
Well, I think I learned a lot about myself.

- Hello, Joseph. I'm calling about the one gamma emitter that I lent you. It will soon be necessary to me. This is the fifteenth message on the answering machine that I leave for this week, call me back. Oh, and I hope the work on the mutation that flesh-eating virus was successful.
- ?
- People never return my stuff.

People under the age of one hundred and two years inherent belief in the "extraordinary meeting". Without this faith you would die of boredom. Walking down the street people. He fell down and died. All I think is he from a stroke. And he was bored.

Yes joke use more than the blow.