Character: Kurt

- They were not kidding. This Carmen Dale. Sample 1910. Made of the same steel as the Titanic.
Wow, you can handle it?
See the thing is, this steel does not tolerate cold. Remember that iceberg did?
- Yes, he killed DiCaprio.
- He killed them all.
- Don't kill the old lady survived, and a diamond in the ocean to drown.

- Of course, we're all animals, but some of us have climbed a little higher on the evolutionary tree.
- If he understands that, you're in trouble.
- I th, undeveloped, do you think?
Then you are screwed.

No, seriously, ' continued Kurt, glancing at Lauren. - Maybe you have what is it? And then, if you're going to burst as it is now, will never fit into skinny jeans.
- No, indeed! - outraged mother, beating with a fork on the table. - Well, who says such things?
- But the way it is! 'said Lauren. I can't pull those jeans.
- And still that is no reason to talk about you this way.
I don't need a reason, if that's true, ' said Kurt.
At his grin, I knew he wasn't sure he was joking to lighten the atmosphere. Amazingly, even I knew he said the wrong thing.

Hooray for baking! - Kurt proclaimed, raising his fist in a sign of mocking solidarity. - Truly masculine occupation.
- Why not, - said Lauren.
She for the first time objected Kurt.
- I would like to and I anything baked.
- This is because in our pathetic town and the restaurant there is decent.
- And because - bent my Lauren, what women like men to spoil them.

- What are you doing tonight?
I thought you don't want to talk to me...
- What's the conversation?