Character: Edward

Haven't you met people who revel in the fact that they are at the very bottom? They can always justify their failure by the unjust structure of society, their exceptional honesty, modesty and, in general, extraordinaryness.

- Listen, you're completely fucked, aren't you? What day, what world? What the f*** do you need?!

- Of course, I'm a policeman, I'm supposed to know such things.

- Hello, I'm your new precinct officer.
- And where is the old one?
- He's sick.
- Strongly?
- Tomorrow is the funeral.

- My shirt off?
- Just a shirt - optional.

- In the house is there any?
- No, no, no!

And hamlet, well done!

No wonder they say the great and wise Abou-Akhmat-Ibn-Bey, the first driver of that machine: "bear in Mind, that only Allah knows what happens to the spark of this unworthy bastard in the glorious family of internal combustion engines".

The machine is a beast, look!

Hey, crazy! Sit down, get a lift!

Nadia, don't involve me in your sexual history! I would be hard to live with it.

- We will be treated. To the wall! (Loads a gun.) Who will start?
- Develop, if possible, with yourself.
- Witty! A Jew, perhaps?
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- I wanted to put "hamlet."
- Put. In that light a lot of good actors.

- Who is it? [Edward, peering cautiously out of the bathroom].
- The husband!
- A nightmare!
- You have three minutes to disappear.
- Why so few?
- Stay out of my family life!

Alas, Sonia, democracy is theatre for people with intellectual disabilities.