Character: Suzanne

- But you're still my...
- I'm nothing, Susanna, old worn household items.
- You're still mine.
- The baby to sleep, wants his favorite Teddy bear. His love for the toy inexplicable. I'm your Teddy bear.

- He said he'll kill us all.
- Wonderful press conference.

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

- 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!

- Spelling is very important. Without it as without hands.
- Shot Joseph in the air helped a lot more than your literate letters to the cadastral Agency.

Next to the older people you are always in danger of being dragged into the conversation.

- How does your girlfriend look like?
- It shines. Similar to the occasion.

- Well, how?
- Wet.

- The tenth grade, I was sixteen years old, and once, when I brought home a report card with some excellent grades, I came to my old man and asked, "can I borrow the car?" I wanted to go with the guys to ride. What kind of a trip of the winner. He said, "No." And then I stole the keys and went to hell.
- You took the car without permission? Why? Why did you do it?
- Because I... I deserve it. No matter what I did, it was not enough for him.

- 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...

People ask me: how did you get there? In fact, they want to know and could it happen to them like that. I can't answer this secret question. I can say only one thing: it's not hard.

If God causes me so much suffering, then there is a world of good.

- You're using me, using Raymond. You use everyone.
- Using Raymond? Hey, Raymond, I'm using you?
Yes.
Shut up. It answers the question that was asked half an hour ago.