Character: Higgins

That people feel obligated to think is already bad enough; but what they really think would make everyone's hair stand on end. It is unlikely that you would be pleased if I now laid out what I really think.

- If only people could be frank and say what they think!
- God forbid!

I know that as soon as I allow myself to get close to a woman, I become an egoist and a tyrant. Women turn everything upside down. Try to let a woman into your life, and you will immediately see that she needs one thing, and you need something completely different.

I know that as soon as I allow a woman to get closer to me, she immediately becomes jealous, nitpicking, spying and generally poisoning my existence.

Have you ever seen a man be decent in matters involving women?

Our century is the century of the upstarts. People start in Kentishtown, living on eighty pounds a year, and end up in Park Lane with a hundred thousand in annual income. They would like to forget about Kentishtown, but he reminds of himself, as soon as they open their mouths.

I'm going to cut this woman's hair. Who will guess why?
- In order to amuse us?
- No.
Is... is it?
- No.
I think I know. Because her hair is prettier than yours and you're jealous.
- No, I'll cut off her hair because they are not as pretty as me.

Well, Higgins the floor is yours.
- This story happened last summer on my uncle's farm in Virginia. My brother just finished mowing the field and enjoyed an evening meal under the canopy of the elm. Brother went down to the Creek for water, and I took a bowl of delicious pudding, and put not one, but two major kolejka sheep dung. And when he returned, I asked him to taste the pudding. And not get me to this place - he ate all the pudding out of shit. Everything to the last crumb.
- You forced my brother to eat shit?
Ha ha ha, yeah.
- A funny story.
- Tell me how it ended. That's the whole point.
- So, if you honest - I have no brother. All this happened with me I ate sheep shit. I swear, it was.
Yeah, what a witty interchange.

I see the beast! He is there!
- I can see it! Aah!
Kill him!
[start fanatically to shoot from rifles and guns]
- You can't kill him, we're lost! Lord, save!
- Do not shoot! Stop! It's just protein.
- She's holding something in its talons!!!
[start shooting again]

- Remember, you signed the contract.
- But what are they?
- They will be punished.
- By whom?
- Damn, until they win.