Character: Ganlin

- You're something special saw, Ganlin?
- Not something, but someone.
Wow! Getting ready for some celebration, right?
- Not the triumph, but for a romantic dinner for two. Then, of course, will be a wedding celebration, and what!..
- Seriously?! Didn't know that you're in love! So who's the lucky guy?
- Well, we'll start with a pigeon roast, then I'm a unicorn roast on the bone, and will then be baked cockroaches.
- Amazing! I love the unicorn! Cool!
- It's something I know, therefore, prepare. Here are just two portions: me... and you.

- Yeah, your sauce showed character, gwizdo. From now on you will do the dishes, I'll do the cooking, okay?
- Well, I can't be the best in everything! In the end I'm a hunter of dragons, Ganlin. This means that when I make a salad dressing, it turns out bacteriological weapons against the dragon.

- Tell me gwizdo what you put in the sauce that he killed my salad, and it now looks like straw? Come quickly went to collect tomatoes in the garden!
- Now?! Ganlin, wait! At night all the zombies come out!
What do you mean?
Yes... in General... so... Forget it.

Ganlin, your garden is not a very good idea. Let me remind you that we are the hunter, not the growers.
- Speaking of reminders, I don't remember when was the last time you brought the dragon, gwizdo.
- Well done, right on target! And how do you expect us to hunt? We do that plowing and digging, planting and scapulae... Hunter is a warrior, not a peasant! The warrior needs to rest in a calm atmosphere. Warrior need to concentrate.
- And he should eat.
I just can't argue with you.

Okay, Ganlin, three cups of hot milk, toast and some butter, a jar of jam and a few neatly cut slices of barbaca, and a bit of sausage.
- Here's your Breakfast, hard nut to crack! - [Throws in front of his nose brush to clean the fireplace] - Swept the chimney and chop some trees, and then start to chop wood!
- Now, Ganlin?! Do you even know who you're talking to?
With the lazy speculator on earth?

I still don't understand, mother. Gwizdo was capable of anything, and especially at the worst, but he would never cast Lian-Chu!
Same thing I said about each of her three husbands, my sweet. And where did it get me?

There are two questions that you cannot ask a woman: "How much do you weigh?" and "don't mind that I'm married?"!

If Your Lordship is tired to play the knight, humble pans dreaming of You see that.

- How seldom you meet a knight in our time! Thank you very much indeed.
Yes... Yes... Yes you! It's... it's so natural for me...
- Yeah, of course! He always helps. He's not even here called Mr. Generosity-not-Smell.

- Well, who are you?
Janlin, I'm Roger, your ex-husband!
- Yeah, and I'm your guardian angel. I ask, who are you?!

How about fifty percent of your hotel?
- And how about a hundred percent in the face?

Let me explain, Ganlin. When we die, we really do not disappear. We continue to live in the vegetables. Understand what is the problem? The dead who have become vegetables, no longer want the people they were collected. And even less they want to be our food.
- Gwizdo, are you sure you're okay?

Hey, Ganlin! Well, now, when you needed meat dragon... How about to pay the hunters who brought it?
- You right-hand to pay or left?