Character: Olga

- If only because... today is a dream... a fairy tale! A fairy tale, baby, is not repeated every day.

- Giving of oneself - giving, but something to also have to...
- But this love never asks. Should just be able to love life, each other, family, Home. It could not be.

- Ivan Stepanovich! For your, you know, the best gift for Zhenya, it is generally a Jack Pot!
- Okay. Olga Nikolaevna, you sho me this will be the end of life, sho Lee, remember?!
- Stepanych, you and I, supposedly, that's prison... remember all the time... Intermittently.
- Anatolich! This is not confuse. That innocuous machine! But it's still burglary! It is two different things.

Hello, matchmakers! And I think Shaw is the morning grinds?.. And that you own bones, right?! [laughs]
- Good morning!
- Good!
- Yura, the command "stop!" it was not! Continue. One, two, three!
- Olga Nikolaevna, and three why? Legs two?! [laughs]
- Get away from people, sticking!
- Oh! Professor Dowell's head! Hello!
- Yura! One more time around the house!
- SWAT! I'm with you there! [laughs]
- Myself, for once his gut was ripped away from the couch and ran to the next store?!
- I'm very short distance, do not run!
- So hilarious! The people do not bother to shake the old man.

- ... Out of here! Get out! [with a broom expels from the house pig]
- A sho in there?! Olga Nikolaevna, why a broom-what?!
- Sorry, ax not found!
Duck for sho?!
- Like what? Your pig ate our marriage certificate!
- [laughs] ... Anatolich, I congratulate you! You're free now!

- .. So why to go somewhere?! Well, let's note here: in nature, with kebabs!
- Ivan Stepanovich, you know, you are all one! And wakes, and weddings - all in nature and kebabs!
- Why did one..? It depends...
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- So, about the birthday! Compromise. Morning - zoo, an evening barbecue. Agree?
- I agree! Yes, Vanya?
What? Let's go! So in the morning we watch the animals in the evening - we eat them!

- Is he not with you?
- Was! But an hour ago - fit! And done!
- What is fit?! What is fit?!! He didn't even return!
- Where Is The Jura?!
- I told you: an hour ago went to your President! I still asked: "Anatolich, and you yourself will come to..?!" But Anatolich at all stages with your head held high!.. Wine! Fit!
- What are you?! You wouldn't even give Yuri Anatolyevich?!
- [laughs] What is he, a schoolgirl in mini skirt to accompany it!

- Ivan Stepanovich, where are you going?
- From Reykjavik - positi look!

- Tomorrow there will be the owner.
- Which host?
- The master of the house!
Uh, what house?
- The owner of this house from Holland! To tell what of Holland?!

- Busy!
- Ivan Stepanovich, open immediately! If I'm late - I'll bite!
- In what sense?
- Live!

- Tell me, Berkovich, and who gave you the right to publicly display my personal life?
What do you mean?
- What I'm saying? I want to show you now is the most idiotic example of the epistolary genre. By the way, from your own live journal. So, now, wait a minute, I'm sure you'll appreciate: "hi people, help, how to make a proposal to your girlfriend?" The answers, by the way, no less impressive. "A white horse it, my... food!", "Zamorochka for musicians. Need a thing? For example, pretend Greek warrior, dude." So, dude, tonight you can not sleep at home legitimately.
- Olya...
- A banana, go to LJ.

- Ivan Stepanovich, this festival takes place not across the street. It's still another city.
- Especially in St. Petersburg.
- So, Valyukha, and Shaw are you against have the cultural capital of our country?
- The what's cultural? Look at the TV all the time talking about - murder capital.
- The more you see! Peter is first and foremost a city, which was created by the media.
Yes, Yes, that's where he was killed.

- Excuse me, not interrupting?
- Prevented.
- I've tried.

- Honey, could You pass the word not only through the mouth but through the brain?