Character: Amandil. Page 1

- So you're brothers?
- Sorry.
We just don't get along.

- Okay. Want me to do all the hard work. Come this way. Step one: go back in time and not reduce it to such a mess.
Suddenly, I remembered why it wanted to kill you. What's your problem?
- Excellent question, doctor. Let me think. The fact that my brother tried to kill me, and now wants to work with me. But we don't get along because he's a selfish asshole.

There is nothing better than a dry shirt after heavy rain. What is that smell? Tropical musk candle. On what other sacrifices you made to pretend to be a psychologist?
- I like the flavor.
- Who would doubt.

- Excuse me, sorry to interrupt such a fascinating Eulogy, but I want to see the funeral Director. Hey, Neal. Remember me? I have little time, unfortunately. But this poor guy in a hurry.
- Sir, wait until we're finished. It is disrespectful.
- No, that's disrespectful. It's all a show. Who's it for, anyway? Huh? Not for him. He doesn't hear you. Could you confirm my words, bro?
- He's right.
- Okay? Believe me, he'll know.

Just do not tell anyone that you carried me on his arms like a child.
What were you trying to achieve?
- Worthy of death. Well, or the glorious and reckless.

- Hold On, Charlotte. I'll call for help.
I have already survived death. I think the second time will not work.
- No, everything will be fine. Why did you do it? Why you jumped in front of me?
- Not for ourselves, certainly, the hell... you Stay with me?..
Yes. I promise. Flew home...

- The words of Charlotte got me thinking. Maybe the divine creation and the people... Lucy, maybe they not so different?
- You mean in bed? Know my skills are exceptional, but your...
- I'm talking about the rules of heaven and hell. Everything is on the subconscious of people, their thoughts about deserved. What if this applies to all of us?
- Okay. You've had enough, drunk.
- No, listen, you, losing wings, I thought that the Father is punishing me. And then thought you were my test that I'm helping a wayward soul and somehow come to the rescue. But Lucy, I was just wondering, Dad, I didn't say anything.
- And when He did, something we said?
- Here I am, brother, that if He wants we ourselves be judged? And my wings, your wings, your devil's lik... Brother, what if all this control over ourselves?

- I'm an angel, I understand, when my wings will come back.
- Until then, what? You're as mortal as I am? Isn't it?
- Well, I guess you're right. If I died right now, I'm not sure I would be in heaven.
In this case, for me, just no hope.
- Here we must believe, Charlotte. To show the hope in hopeless times.
But faith... angel or not, I think you know absolutely nothing, like me. Maybe we're not so different.

- Hey, Lucy! Lucy, Wake up!
No offense, brother, but the list of what I want to Wake up your face is somewhere between horse face and Coldplay tickets.

Oh, brother, listen. Oh, I like this music not heard since the days of Silver City, perhaps.
- What, in hell there is no music?
- Only for torture. And often terrible. Recently put a song by a boy named Bieber. God, you would have heard their cries.

There were times when I thought I knew everything. When I was an angel and spent all his time looking down on the world. But I found out that objectivity is necessary to look upstairs. It is a good reminder of how much we don't know.

- So you had sex with a nameless masseuse?
You know me brother: wine, women and song. All push off, I don't need a babysitter.
- Your cheek says otherwise.
Turns out a kick with his legs from Bruce Lee in the repertoire of the artist are not included. I had to deal with the offspring of the detective.
- So who were you with - Chloe and trixie. Wine, women, and song, yeah...
Actually all of the above was! If... take the karaoke, after the game "Monopoly".

- I haven't changed. With or without wings I can do to show her face or not doesn't matter. I was the one who was always Punisher. And thank you for what you reminded me of that.
- How nice of you. But, you see, I think that today you were trying to punish the person.
- And who then?
- Myself, Lucy. Because you weren't there with Chloe being in danger. After all, it's worth to you. And, if all true, then you've changed a lot and now it is not the Lord of hell.