[Skit: LSP, Alisa the Fox & Basilio the Cat]
— Chuvak, nalei-ka eshchyo mne. Davai pryam konskuyu dozu, chtob vashche kopyta otbrosit'. Ya vot segodnya pyu, potomu chto eto ne zhizn', a ippodrom kakoy-to, blyad', gde kazhdyi khochet tebya obskatat', a ty—dal'she vsekh ot starta. Znayesh', oni vse real'no prosto koni pedal'nye, a vot ya—tot eshchyo zhrebetz, da i voobshche nekhuy ski podkovаn.
— Kakoy chudesnyy yunoshа.
— Da-da, predlagayu eshchyo po parochke shotov.
— Ebаt', a vy eshchyo kto takye?
— Ya — lisa Alisa.
— A ya — kot Bazilio.
— Nu vsyo, pokhodu, belka.
— Ne belka, a unikal'naya vozmozhnost' obresti uspekh, kapital i vnimanie zhenshchin nevesomykh nravov. Nuzhen tol'ko klyuchik.
— Kakoy yeshche nakhuy klyuchik?
— A my tebe rasskazhem.
— A my tebe pokazhem.
— Ved' etot klyuchik ne prostoy, a zolotoy. Im mozhno otpirat' lyubye dveri na svoyom puti.
— Net u menya nikakikh klyuchey.
— Da blyad', eto metafora takaya: klyuchik—tvoy talant, ne tupi davay.
— Real'no, zaebal. Ty khochesh' devok, babok i tabletok?
— Khochu, a chto nado delat'?
— A eto my tebe po puti rasskazhem.
— Po puti kuda?
— V odnu stranu, druzhishche. V Stranu durakov.