Character: Max Fall

- Van Art includes first, MIA, you follow us. And further, who has not hidden, I am not guilty.
- You and the Bank go?
- Yes, with a sense of humor and without tediousness.

- I look at the sky through your eyes.
And I don't care about the sky when you can see you.

Sleeping in clothes is a thankless task. Tomorrow, the whole, like ham in a bent rim will.

- If the door is not knock, no one opens.
- I'm afraid I have to clatter my best.

- Good evening.
- Good.
Here runs a dog, probably rabid.
- I fit the description?

- Why do you call me a hero?
- "Heroine" sounds too pretentious or cinematic. You very young, somewhere naive girl got so many problems... Other man would sour and half. And you stand, legs bitches. Trying to adjust to life. You're my fragile and timid character.

- Stomp here, you crazy. Catch the same.
I'm not crazy?.. You yourself crazy.
- The court around, we should make a great pair.

A half truth is a whole lie.

From naphthalene bombast teeth sometimes makes.

It seems to me, looking at you, even gays think "maybe I shouldn't?"

Friend, I don't even know... you Have the talent to get into trouble.

- All right. I'm calling to say that I agree.
- What?
- I'm talking about a date. Max, you do where?
- Work. Um... a Date? What? Are you talking about?
Oh... I must've messed up? It's not you I was invited. I'm sorry. Then a bounce.
- Wait, wait, I remember! It was me.
Wow... Exactly?
- Absolutely. And, MIA...
What?
- I'm glad. Very. Kiss with a curious nose.

Charisma opens any doors.
- Charisma and modesty.
And a sense of humor.

Don't want to write about the walking washing machine or a mixer-killer?