Character: Lamme Gudzak

- Where are you going?
- Home!
- Lamme! What!?
- I can't stand it! I can't stand it anymore! Not a minute!
- Lamme, my faithful friend! It is not necessary to complain about destiny, for there is nothing more beautiful than to wander and to endure hardship in the name of freedom!
- Enough! Pretty! To hell with her, the damn freedom! What good is it? What to do with it? I'm cold, til! Cold! It is not screwed, as in sheep's coat, in your goddamn freedom. I want to eat, and it will not fry on a spit. It will not go to bed as a wife. It's all empty words! It's nothing, til!

- We are all fools! And I, you and Eulenspiegel! Fools, Til! Because we breathe for the sake of all these noble lords, and they are at this time trying to seduce our wives, eat wild boar hams, meat, fish, poultry, English tin plates and washed down with French wine.
Frivolous your words. I don't live for ham, beer and thrushes, and for the sake of freedom! Not a fat belly save the Homeland, and proud courage. And those that meekly bear the hardships until his death.

My son Wait a second, I'll help you! I'll come back and fuck him with something hard on the head!

It is not necessary to mourn those who died for the truth.

My skin is delicate; her only slightly touch the blade and the hole.