Character: Mick

Do you remember Gilda?
Movie?
- No. Gilda Black. We were both in love.
- Gilda Black. What are you suddenly remembered it? It was a hundred years ago.
Yes. And the feeling like yesterday. I would have given twenty years of life, to sleep with her.
- It would be a very stupid thing to do. Gilda black is not worth twenty years of your life. It's not worth one day.
- Why? You slept with her?
What? What did you say?
- You heard me. Sixty years ago you swore you didn't sleep with her out of respect for my love. Now you're singing in new ways.
- Listen, I have to admit.
- So, listen.
- A real tragedy, and believe me, it's just a tragedy that I don't even remember if I've slept with Gilda black.
Are you serious?
I swear!

- Did you write today?
Twice. Four drops. And you?
Also. More or less.
- More or less?
Less.

Is dad really not tell about the Queen? And about her request to play "Simple Melody" in London, and about his refusal?
- Not a word.
- A strange kind of friendship you.
Weird? Why? It is a good friendship. Good friend, you tell only the good. And this episode from a different category.

And you know, I realized something, Fred. People are beautiful or ugly, and those who are in the middle, just cute.

What about when the only thing that can save your life, makes this life unbearable?

What happens if you send to the desert of the vampire? Minus one vampire.

It is not that we are vampires or people. The only thing is, what we were feeling. Here and now.

To sleep in a coffin - is a fiction. I sleep in the freezer. By the way, pizza with garlic is delicious, but sometimes it spoils the date. If to splash me with Holy water, I get wet. The crucifix?! Yes, please, if you think it's hot. Yeah, I definitely can't turn into a bat. Although that would be cool...

Mick, I can't take it anymore.
- Bette!
- What I was wearing when we met?
- Jeans, striped shirt, beige jacket...
- What about the shoes?
- You were barefoot.
- You remember it all? Why?
- Because I love you.

When she's in my arms, it seems that everything could happen. But monsters do not exist "happily ever after".

Sixty years without a touch - is very difficult, but necessary. Because it is difficult to reconcile with the idea that will seem to someone a monster.