Character: Phil

- Yes, you f*ck! You are my least favorite!

- Well, of course you're just... Fucking fire.

- Somehow not to huddle with the men in the toilets?

- Nothing to you.

- Well, challenge accepted.

Look man. I saw a lot of things. You are the best of anyone I've coached. I can feel it, you're good.

- Listen, I want to be a hero. A real hero.
- Sorry, man, you don't!
- Wait!.. Oh! I'm sorry. Why?
- Two words! I'm on pension!

I grew one horn?..

All! The next time I sit behind the wheel!

- Here is a copy of "troop morale".
And therein lies the ticket of the metro, dated on the day of my birth! What were the chances that I'll find the only copy of my book, and even with a ticket inside?
- If I were a believer, I saw this sign.
- PF! You're just jealous.

- Now you will feel the weakness as if falling into a ravine.
You ravines don't worry. Forgot about them, but for him and has to go.

To fully understand the value of a smile, a roof over your head and a helping hand, you need to be a foreigner in a foreign country. We forget sometimes.

Baby, you gotta stop with this golovatska!

Everyone makes the circle of life, in the artistic sense, through art, and it is his personal creative contribution to the whole society.