Character: Jim

It's hard to dream without money.

- That's why you drink it every day...

- The older we are, the longer the scars heal.

I like to spoon with men?

- What did you buy?
- A disposable camera. I want to take a picture of your face.
- My face?
- For some reason you view your face touches me. I think because it is stupid.
- ...
And when I want to see this, I can look at this photo.

You have an incredible life. Now, even such films are not removed. I could remove about you the movie and everyone would think it's fiction. Solved - you'll be the hero of my new novel.

- Do you believe in love at first sight?
- From the first? No, it's too easy. I believe that you need to look closely.

My way... my way... with you... is you! It's always been, it was a choice that I made. I can't just refuse just because I'm dead!

- Every time I look at you, you become even more beautiful
- You're awake... I love you.
- Mel, there is something you must know. Hmm.. hmm.. this is called an embolism - that's a technical term, you don't need to know it.
- I'll call the doctor.
- No, please. Just look at you, look at me, please. I want you to remember me like this. Please.
- No...
- I will always love you, Melinda... Always!!
- No! Oh my God, no! Not you! Not you!

Hey, Jim and TV like?
- What?
Well, this new thing. TV.
- A movie.
Yes.
- No, I do not watch movies. Now all life is a continuous movie. Noisy movie. People have forgotten how to talk, just do what grumble at each other.
- Hey, Jim, what about TV? You like TV?
- What?
- New thing, Jim. Television.
- Oh, pictures.
- Yeah.
- No, no pictures. Everything these days is pictures. Pictures and a lot of noise. Nobody even knows to talk, just grunt at each other.

- It is not necessary for him to go, 'said Jim,' that he disappears.

We went home, and I told Jim - now we will be a good story to tell Monday at school, and suddenly Jim at me like I pounced And don't tell!
- Still! I certainly am. Ain't everybody's daddy the deadest shot in the County!
- I think, said Jim, if he wanted us to know about it, he would have told us. If he was proud of this, so would tell.
Maybe he just forgot, ' I said.
- Uh, no, Scout, you do not understand. Atticus is real old, but I don't care what he does not know how, I don't care if he couldn't light able.
Jim picked up a rock and triumphantly threw it into the garage. Ran after him and on the run shouted over his shoulder:
- Atticus is a gentleman, just like me!

- Atticus, ' said JEM. Atticus paused in the doorway.
- What, son?
- What did they do, how could they?
I don't know how, but I did. They did so before and will do again and again, and cry at the same time, can be seen, only the children. Good night.

Better to be alive and poor than to die on the road to riches.