Character: André (French)

I don't know who is the slave of the body! I don't know! No! I know, Sonia! I am a slave! I am a slave of your body, Sonya!

Sonia, you are such good people, why are you so bad live?
- Well, maybe because we're such good...
- Are you kidding?! No. You have a bad system. You have bad heads.
... You have lived too little to make any conclusions.

Sonia, this Russian incident! Your store never buy. You have desert! But when you do visit, the table is all. The counter is empty, fridge is full! We have the opposite. You come to the supermarket, dazzled. And then when you go out to dinner - private friends - you sit down at the table and on the table... [shows with fingers a little bit].
- [laughs] Andrew, you exaggerate!
- [shakes his head] .. Canapés, then you are given an aperitif [shows with fingers a little bit]. And that's all! That's all our French hospitality.

- This ointment gave me a very old grandmother Lisa. Folk remedy is the best cure for a cold!
- I'll smear me, I turn into a witch... you'll know!
And fly away from me on the broom And brew, the artist has to say, you need to take in.
- Yes? Well. Let me try.
- No. I have already tried. I need you alive!

- OOO, Yes, you have it quite ailing.
- Yes, she is sick. Where you have a pharmacy? She needs an aspirin.
- What the fuck is pharmacy?! We have bread once a week bring!