Character: Turkish

- What's with those sausages, Charlie?
Five minutes, Turkish.
Five minutes ago you said you will be ready in two minutes.

- So, I need a new caravan, and I will buy it.
- Why me?
- Well, you know about caravans.
- Why would it?
- You spent a summer, and that means you know more than me.

We've lost gorgeous George.
- Where did you say you lost it? It's not some ***Anaya bunch of car keys, huh?

- ***at-bash, hold me tight! What is this?
Is my belt.
- No, Tommy, you have a gun in his pants. What's a gun doing in your trousers?
- It's for protection.
- To protect from whom? From the Nazis or something? Aren't you afraid of blowing your nuts off when you sit down?

Say Russian - very dangerous, and this all from all sides crazy.

Everybody knows Doug the head: if there is the stones and it's stolen, he's to him. Pretends he's Jewish, he wants to be a Jew; he even tells his family that they were Jews. Only the Jew is exactly the same as I homodrill. He believes that to be a Jew - good for business. In business diamond it really helps.

And this is Tommy. He tells people he was named after the automatic "Tommy gun", but in fact it was named after a famous 19th century ballet dancer.

Let's hurry, before the Nazis landed.

It turned out that this chatty, painted with tattoos Gypsy champion in Boxing among the Roma, this means that it is harder than a coffin nail.

What are you doing here?
- A dog walk, isn't it obvious?
- What in the car?
- Seat and steering wheel.