Character: Goodwin

It's good that everything ended well ...

- You're crying again.
- Not at all.
So what's with the eyes?
Is water premium.

You know, I wanted to apologize to you for that time. What the hell is the order? Anyone in your place would have done exactly the same. If you only knew how many times I imagined that I rescued the hostages; I'm a hero; that she loves me. I just hated you because it was you, not me. I wish she was with me... And when he achieved it, then got just sex. But, if you must know, it wasn't just sex, it was painful. You want to ask me why I'm married? Well, Let's ask... ask... Ask, see what they want... What? Louder, louder I'm hard of hearing... Okay, if you have nothing to say, then shut up - I'll tell you. Marriage is what men pay for sex, and sex is what women pay for marriage. Although married for sex is like for a spoon of honey to buy the apiary. Agree?

She doesn't deserve this...
Well, I'm sorry, I thought you didn't care.

- Now, bitch, pray!
- What kind of text? What bad movies have you seen enough? And pray I don't know, you know...

The usual procedure... Paragraph 78 of the Forwarding of the Statute: if the cause of a fatal defeat and the return is a potential threat, the group is subject to liquidation.

- What are sour, sweet my? Don't be ashamed of their feelings. Everything is honest - a friend helping a friend.
Such is life...

- Are you ready?
- I was ready until you asked...

And after all that he has, I don't have?
- He doesn't have the habit to knock. Do not be afraid! I said I'm with you - I will not break.
- Yes? What if I tell you to go away?
- I'm with you, time we agreed. But know that I always will want you to change.

- Everyone has their own pain points.
Where corn - not hurt.

Remember me, but not too sad: the sadness is injurious to digestion.

- We're with you - after a laugh, he says, and his voice sounds strangely strictly, is not met to count as someone who must now. You and I, Barbara, have one concern: to dig trenches eternity on the battlefield of a person's death. Our business soldiers: from one pot to slurp all piled in there. And whose pot it is in combat, one float should not.

- Looting?
- You have the right.
- We pay taxes.

- What is it?
- This is a list.
- A list of whom?
- A list of us.