Character: Lucas

Max gave up on me five times. But what I did, huh? I desperate? No. I again went to battle and won it every damn time.

- You would I even bought flowers!
Why? You're still alive.
- Now repeat what you said!

You're alive... thank the gods!
- These are my words, moron.

- Damn it, why was she silent for so many days?
- Out of respect.
- Steep.
- Well, finally. It is a pity that she can't hear your praise.

Everyone thinks I'm cool, because I do not talk, but that's just because I have nothing to say.

Paid charity just greed, as a purchased conscience - is dishonesty.

Tell me how a thief plundering a house, turns on the light? No. He prefers you to believe that it is not there. Like the devil. He prefers you to believe that it does not exist.

The dead should not disturb those whom they love. Out of pity for him they should stay dead.

For the truth there are special moments?
- Yes, there are!
In this case, without assistance I cannot do: sincerity is much more difficult than I thought.

Flap of a butterfly's wings in Asia creates a movement of air, which is gradually growing, it can cause devastating cyclone off the coast of Florida.

I don't want to have an invisible friend. People will think I'm crazy... even more.

Throw unnecessary thoughts, you will avoid many disappointments!

He said that the ideal place to sleep is the grave of some loved one.

- You don't love the sun?
- Why, very much! Sunburn, skin cancer, death from heat stroke, choking from the tie, the woman's horror at the thought of soggy makeup, rampant colds from the air, rips a hole in the ozone layer, increasing pollution, loss of animals from thirst, not to mention choking the elderly. So sorry, the sun invented is not who everyone thinks.