Performance: Ugly Elza

Elsa! And then, my dear, the nose is not important in family life.

Here father, it was a man! Loved your books, your work, the lab, itself, perfected. Reached its highest degree of perfection. He controlled his instincts, like obedient dogs.

Mother, come to your senses! What are you doing? Not only that, one your daughter takes a husband a sack of fertilizer, and another bride of several fools, and you, mother, climb into the herd, like an old goose, which thinks that more can be carried...

Santo, did you hear the news? Our mother married Professor Harjula.
- Well, what does it matter, eh?
Santo, well, you can't say anything nice?
- Can! In my opinion, you will be extremely happy couple.
- Really think so?
Yes. Because you're both amazingly stupid, and then you have something completely mechanized, as if the bread slicer was married to combine.

Santo! Hey, Santa? Santa, have you seen the guest? Then recently came Professor Harjula, he had frequented. So, it may be that Santa will soon be a new dad.
- What?
- Dad.
- Why are you here chirping?
- I know, the Professor said to the other ladies, and that's what Santa would say about this?
- Yeah what do I care who will be there snoring next to my mother - I have my own room!