Character: Sylvia

- Maybe love is hate?

The universe craves freedom and therefore creates chaos.

- What kind of person are you?
- I'm God.
- You're a clown.

- Love is a dagger, it is a weapon that is suitable both at a distance and near. You see it as a reflection. It's beautiful as long as it doesn't hurt you. But in the end, it is worth reaching out to him ...
- It's not real.

- I know the answer.
- To what?
- Your question. Love is a dagger, it is a weapon that is suitable both at a distance and near. You see it as a reflection. He's beautiful until he hurts you, but in the end, it's worth reaching out to him...
- It's not real.
- Yes.
- Is love an imaginary dagger?
- Crazy huh?
- Yes, a terrible metaphor.
- Damn, it sounded better in my head!

- You know, the only thing worse than living with someone who does not love you...
- You mean your first marriage?
Yes. ... is to live with someone who loves you very much.

Life to Asses my dear, when you die!

Hey, I can live without a bar!
- Well, she's right, Pete, you only lived here in the hospital...
- You can not imagine what I can do.
"Yes!" For example? One day to go to the Mall and shoot them all?

You need to have to get used to the fact that people hate you, Horace. Anyone who for forty years will not acquire at least ten people who hate him, just an asshole.

Chick, I'm the Montenegrin Duchess Miloradovich kind of Hrebenovka of Kancevica nicknamed Pohmelitsy! Put your bra against your jeans, you will fall under the table first!

- Honey, do you like it?
- I don't...
- Oh yeah, you're not my honey, I'm married, and you do the flower bell, never Ding-Ding!

Where... gr-XP... ugh, are we sunk?!
- No, I got you.
And then the bastard laughs so vile? He has a holiday? There is no one to kick?

History should not be taught. It just needs to know.

- Why do you want to kill yourself?
- Why don't you want to kill yourself?
- To live.
- I want to kill myself to die.