Character: Dunce

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

I must confess, infinitely would be happy
To go under this electronic unit,
To drip brew in my mouth
Day and night all year round!
But the people say among themselves:
For such a clever device
We can sit without worries
Behind bars for a year!

- You what?
- Well I train.
- Train better... the cats.

Don't worry, comrade Director. People want to understand what was happening.
- It is natural!
- Legally!
- A new business for us, undeveloped...
- Exactly undeveloped.

- The amount?
- Three hundred!
- This is serious!
<...>
- Your conditions.
Three hundred thirty!
- I agree.
- Everyone!!!

- Write with a new line: "Lunch". Underline. "From soup refused".
- Refused.
- In brackets: "Soup kharcho".
- "Kharcho".
"Three servings of shish kebab thrown into the abyss." [spits husks]
-"Into the abyss". [spits]
Now the wine: "... Smashed two bottles".
Three!
- Write three.
Three... of the bottle.

Incidentally, in the neighbouring district of the groom stole... also a member of the party.

If I were a Sultan,
I would have three wives
And triple the beauty
Would be surrounded.

- Split?
- To break.
- Half a liter?
- A pint!
- To smithereens?
- Of course, bits!
- Yes, I love you!

Bambarmia! Kirgudu!
- What did he say?
He said that if you refuse, they'll kill you... Joke.

- Or - "Memento mori"!
- Instantly.
- In the sea!

In Short, Sklifosovsky!

To live, as they say, good.
- And the Grand Iife is even better!