Character: Dexter Mayhew

- ... I love to teach, I have it good.
- Who would doubt. But you know about this?
- No, enlighten me.
- Well, who knows... and so on...
- No, sorry, never heard of it. So what's next?
- Okay. Those who can, do. He who cannot, teaches.
- And those who teach say, "fuck you!"

- Why come to a public place and behave? I feel like I'm watching a program about animals.
Maybe they love each other.
- So this is love - slavering mouths and hiked the skirt?
- Sometimes, Yes.

The next morning get up early and go to the Taj Mahal. Maybe you've heard about this place - it is a white building, in honor of which was named Indian restaurant on Lothian road?

Live the moment...

- Sex in bathroom stalls has lost its quaint charm?
Orgy you accurately at night is not warm.
And Slippers in old age you will not be served.

- Dex, we just drank a lot.
- Not so much.
- You tried to take your pants off, not razuvious.
- What are you talking about... okay?
You're just upset about Sylvia, because of the divorce... You needed a shoulder to cry on, or to get laid. You found me and... fuck, too.

- And you will become father?.
- I know! Don't believe it: I and the father!
And it's not illegal? You will allow?

I need someone to talk to. No, not with anyone. With you.