Balalaika

Prince Peter Karagin, aka Peter Teranda:
[singing] Blood and fire, not for me. / Blood and myer, not for me / Lovely ladies, six or seven / Luscious lips, I'm in heaven.

Lydia Pavlovna Marakova:
I don't drink champagne with strangers.

Prince Peter Karagin, aka Peter Teranda:
What do you drink with strangers?

Prince Peter Karagin, aka Peter Teranda:
Don't you love someone?

Lydia Pavlovna Marakova:
Is that your business?

Prince Peter Karagin, aka Peter Teranda:
I'll pray for him. I'd like to kill him, but I'll pray for him.

Lydia Pavlovna Marakova:
Sorry, I can't afford to meet you again.

Prince Peter Karagin, aka Peter Teranda:
Oh what a woman!

Prince Peter Karagin, aka Peter Teranda:
Who and *what* is Masha?

Nicki Popoff:
Ah, I met her last night, your Highness - my eyes met hers, her eyes met mine, our eyes met, and we knew.

Nicki Popoff:
Did your Highness say thirty days?

Prince Peter Karagin, aka Peter Teranda:
If you insist, I might say sixty.

Nicki Popoff:
Oh, sixty sir! That would kill me sir!

Prince Peter Karagin, aka Peter Teranda:
Alright, start dying.

Prince Peter Karagin, aka Peter Teranda:
Don't they put numbers on these houses?

Policeman:
The new numbers are on brass plates. That's progress. The janitors sell the brass plates for vodka. That's Russia.

Lydia Pavlovna Marakova:
Peter! He'll have you jailed!

Prince Peter Karagin, aka Peter Teranda:
That's where I sing the best!

Ivan Danchenoff:
Tomorrow at nine! Eight sixty sharp!

Nicki Popoff:
And to think that it took a revolution to bring us together!

Nicki Popoff:
I don't exactly know what freedom means, but if it has anything to do with good food, then I'm for it.