- Karlson: I came to your cake... I mean birthday.
- Malysh: Hello Karlson.
- Karlson: Hello Junior. What have you got?
- Malysh: Cake.
- Karlson: What with?
- Malysh: With eight candles.
- Karlson: No, I'm not eating this. What is this?
- [scoffs]
- Karlson: One cake and eight candles! EIGHT CAKES and one candle would be better!
- Malysh: Trust me Karlson... happiness is not made of cakes.
- Karlson: What are you crazy? What else is out there?