“...The movie screenwriters are dug in - you can’t knock them out with a grenade launcher, they are holding the line to the death at the treasured pie. - Yes? Write a good script. And look how there will be nothing left of him in the cinema: the director is a genius, the actors are geniuses, the screenwriter is a fool, get out, you idiot, don’t get in the way. - Yes, I would wrap this up for them with a cold appetizer with my left leg for half a fee - no production can ruin it , due to the bare plot and layout of situations, the film would have held up with a bang. The people of ordinary kin want to take your breath away, laugh, and wipe away a tear. “Ah!” So why are you sitting here? Come on, wrap it up. - Yes, it’s elementary! Now I’ll tell you the story - the finish line. Everything will still be there before your eyes, and then it will seem like you just saw it in a movie! - Well, well. Homer from Konotop. I imagine this spreading cranberry. – Listen more carefully and then imagine. Now..."