Character: Scientist

- I'm afraid my pet doesn't believe you.

Many things happen in heaven and on earth that our philosophy cannot even imagine.

Ah, if only once to see the earth, to hear the singing of birds and the rustle of leaves, to feel the stones of the pavement and see the tops of the mountains, to drink cold spring water and finally die .... And calm down in the earth, in its warm bosom .... Never, ... never ever....

- How many are there?
- Twelve.
- Twelve?
- Twelve.
- And there will be more. Well, who to fuck to knock off this ship?
- I can take you out on our ship.

- So, Artem, there is no God?
- There is no soul.
There is consciousness and matter.
- Then where did it all come from?
Consciousness, for example?
- Alex, this is an empty conversation.
There is Darwin's theory,
it's in school.
- You Want Me to Believe That Monkey
picked up a stick and she had...
abstract thinking?

He's really a disturbed person. He wants to please everybody in the world. He is a slave of fashion. For example, when the fashion was to tan, tan to it that was black as ebony. And then the sun suddenly went out of fashion. And he decided on surgery. The skin under the briefs - it was the only white place on his body - the doctors transplanted his face.
- I hope it didn't hurt him?
- No. He just became extremely shameful, and a slap in the face now, he calls just - slap.

When your shadow forgets
That shadow is a Ghost, a fake, a phantom,
Tell her directly and weightily:
"Come to your senses and know your place!"

I thought you left Tezikov, treat us with contempt, we are being manipulated. I have gone astray, turning to evil spirits to seek advice and kindness.

I'm a scientist, so somewhat distracted. But, unlike them, everybody remembers. Although not always, but distinctly.

- Do you think that the aliens have returned with a new virus that comes from Independence Hall and makes the rich and successful men to have sex with women?
- Well, it's the only reasonable explanation.

- Private Miller, you've been Smoking item 9 for seven and a half minutes. We're going to ask you a few questions - how do you feel?
- Well, sir, I feel like a... like a slice of butter slowly melting in a warm embrace... pancake, yeah...

Very good. I thought to die with honor, but to win is much better.

- So. All people are scoundrels.
- No need to say so. So say those who chose the terrible path in life. They ruthlessly smother, crush, Rob, slander: one regret - because all men are bastards!

But how? To avoid, it is necessary to dress warmly. Not to fall, it is necessary to look under feet. How to get rid of the sad tales?