Character: Instructor

Kid, you got some shit under his nose.
- Sir, that's my face!

It is impossible to foresee everything. <...> For victory we must be prepared even for the impossible! We submit the world to his will. It's too big. <...> Yes. You are at the bottom. You're lying. Almost defeated. He stands over you. He is sure in victory. And since he's a coward, he hits you with his foot. But you know that, and inside you smile...

- So how do I win? How?
- To attack.
- And what to do after the attack?
Nothing.
Why?
- After attacking to attack again.

- You lose?
- No.
He wins?
- No.
- Despite the fact that it is larger?
- It is much bigger...
- Despite the fact that he's stronger?
- And much more.
<...>
- What if he hit?
- Will not work! Swing and miss twice as heavy accurate shot.

When a person explores new it is always scary...

- Rawlings, I want you to go up with Beagle and teach him how to shoot.
- But why me? You're our trainer!
- I have no patience for it.

Wait. Well explain to me, please. Well, explain - am I died?
- God, you got me with your question it. I died? I died? I'll hang here a Billboard with huge letters that say, "No, I'm not dead, but will die because I'm IN a COMA". Well, you're a doctor. You know what is Ko-mA. Dress.

- I'm sorry. We can at least kind of book there to read, huh?
Over there under the big stone look. Two volumes of Chekhov lies.
Yeah. Thank you. (Goes to the stone)
- Please...(From off-screen sounds of pant in an attempt to raise the stone). Oh Lord, why have you like children, huh? Well, if I had the book, well, I wouldn't give you. Next stop will be the library. Though obchitaytes.

Stop throw their teeth!