Character: Horse Bodzek. Page 3

Listen, Todd, there must be something in the smoke-filled grass jelly, which you call a brain.

You are really trying to make me jealous flirting with three standing on each other children?

Answer me my agent: I'm fat?
- No, you're in the Prime of life, couldn't be better.
- How's my ex?
- You're like a bunch of shit that ate a pile of shit, and wisrawa is the third pile of shit.
Stop. What a bunch of shit I like?
- On the third.
What?! To the shittiest?

You said they do not approve of your unconventional lifestyle. I thought you were, like, young gay. It turns out that non-traditional lifestyle means that you're a lazy ass.

She's smart, she'll understand... But until she thinks that someone will love her the way she is, then why take it?

The problem of life that you either know what you want and not get it. Or get whatever you want, but don't know what you really want.

We are not doomed. In fact, by and large, we are only little grains of sand, which one day will forget.

I'm envious of his stupidity, because he doesn't understand how unhappy.

Life is a series of closing doors.