Character: Leslie

- You're hurt, in the blood. Where do you go? What are the important things? Are you crazy? You're barely alive. you have to hand hole. You've broken a rib!!!
- Four ribs. I don't stop him, he's the man.
- This is the man.
Okay I went. You need a ride or are you in a taxi?
- It is not necessary. I'll steal a car. Claire didn't think you'd stay.
- You know how it is. I know, and I'll wait in the cache.

- Oh, what hard.
- Leslie, who is it?
- The postman. Brought the old account.

To be crazy in a crazy world - it's not crazy, it's normal!

We need to fight the system. Otherwise, no way! We live in dichajshee ***anuti times. Don't forget that.

Such a life, dudes. Guys, drugs are bad, and make the mother brain to, gave the phone, made the sweat and blood of slaves is good.

... the hardest thing is to figure out how to make the first move.

Life is a one-sided game. But you're only twenty-seven, maybe I'll get lucky somehow.

Lovers girls are ticking time bombs. You never know what she'll do next.

What we are doing with Ben, no parallel in history. We have created a Paradise of Platonov States. Our children will be rulers-philosophers. I don't indescribably happy.