Character: Denis Vorontsov

- I'm at the station on the tickets, and at night on three cheerful letters.
- What?
- To Ufa.

We are stupid, we are negative, but on the radio - "Nerds".

- So, Vorontsov, tell me who you're kissing! Tell the truth!
- Well, how you explain it... it's a Broom...
- Yes, Vorontsov, really, how would you explain it...
- I asked him to check on you.
Well you're a moron! To check up on me, kissing Broom? You would have to Polezhaykina went great proverka!
- How else would I know how you feel about me?
- Well, what the guys go... And that just can not ask?

- I have good news!
We finally fired?

Who we will listen... Or young people, the census of power, or the elderly, not dopilsya sleeping pills. Well, even the chef that mixes both. That's the only reason I love these morning air.

- Sweetie, you'll forgive my cat, Moo-Moo-Moo.
- Vorontsov, you all went crazy? What I tell you honey, what I told you mu-mu-mu??
- Kitten, I know all about it.
- Look, it's Galina we all know, and it does not allow no mu-mu-mu!

- Jen, I have news for you!
I agree!
- Zhenya, we are not in the registry office. What do you want?

- So I said to portray a guy and a girl, and do not look to me to kiss...
- To portray a guy and a girl and not kissing... Vasnetsov, in my opinion, is that you watch too many movies. Moreover, the Soviet. The fifties!

- Well, how I'm supposed to be your boyfriend? Brutal, unbridled macho, exuding a disarming fluids or modest romantic with a bouquet of wildflowers wrapped in a piece of paper with written verses?
- Vorontsov, I want you portrayed a guy who once dated a girl and didn't catch that movie.

- Zay, why are you angry? From fate will not leave.
Another word, Vorontsov, and you from a concussion won't go away!

- Let's prepare.
- What's the point? Only three hours left...
Just? You never went in "gazelles" on the road Ufa - Kazan... three hours is an eternity!

- I knew you were near! I could feel it!
- Here you see! You already feel when I'm around!

What is it with her?
- I don't know... came, began to shout, to prove that she doesn't care that he wanted to hang your poster above the bed... well, no logic!

- ... but at the end of the air in the kitchen no one cockroach: everything from boredom dead!
- But in your head a lot of them. There is just warm, dark and a bunch of garbage!