- Bryk, you can't go on diet! Without needless fat, you'll loose your optimal bryk-ulity! - You're talking nineteen to the dozen. - Am I? Or maybe you have not enough courage to be a fatty! - Be brave! Be Bryk!
- Remember those windows, son. - Big one will always throw us something good. - But beware of the small one, he's as mean as a cat. *Shoo, stupid birds!* - What a crud! - I have this stupid feeling that somebody's backbiting me.
- Why don't we do something together tomorrow? - We could go to philharmonic. - Also, we haven't visit an art gallery since forever. - Sorry, son, but I promised Marceli that we will smash zombies on Playstation and spread lead until our eyes will fall out from our skulls. - He used to read poems.
- Attention, Humankind! The Great Marceli will now make a speech that summarizes his deep thoughts about world's burning problems. - Ahem. - Sucks ! - Go home in peace, wretched plebeians - the Great Marceli has spoken.
TRANSLATION: - Have you seen my assistant? He's really beautiful, with long, brown hair, dressed like a spoiled aristocrat from past era. - Any special features? ... - An overhappy mug. - Ah, I think I saw him.