Wikmani poisid

Mr. Hellmann:
Penno, can you play Mozart?

Penno:
No, I can't.

Mr. Hellmann:
Listen, if you'd play us Mozart, we would listen gladly. But this primitive bin-bin-bin... Stop it. Surely you don't think we like that? You definitely aren't *so* stupid!

Tummel:
I won't give loan! In principle!

Mr. Markson:
[commenting the discussion whether Penno should get the French exam "5" or "2"] "Three" to this dog enough is!

Mr. Sirkel:
A young person should know his limits. Otherwise it's the Canary islands at the age of eighteen, around the world at the age of twenty and then there is no place to go any more!

[repeated line]

Mr. Puhm:
Good it is.

[When the boys are telling him that there won't come an exam in math]

Mr. Tusam:
It won't come! It won't come! It won't come! But it will come!

Mr. Tusam:
History is like water: blow it away, squeeze it together - and you'll have a day and a half for mathematics.

Mr. Tusam:
This is, of course, a deliberate obstruction. And those, who organised it and those, who went along with it are all, more or less, blockheads!

Mr. Wikman:
There are so few of us, Estonians, that the main goal of every Estonian - or at least the main goal of every Wikman's boy - should be im-mor-ta-li-ty!

Jaak Sirkel:
Mr. principal, exams in which subjects?

Mr. Wikman:
In *every* subject, of course!

Mr. Wikman:
Begin the day! Carpe diem! As it is proper to a human being!

Rumma:
You, Tumbu, take twenty kroons, roll them and stuff them into your piehole!

Richard Laasik:
This happened in our class. And I'm one of the boys of our class.

Penno:
Put us there a "kl?uhh"!

Maria:
I have told you a hundred times: I won't sell alcohol to children! [takes a bottle of wine from the pocket] Here, take it!

Constable Tults:
[to Maria] And I *will* come! And I *will* check!

Koorman:
We have lost our Brita. Lost our Brita like the birds their shitta...

[to Virve, pointing at Jaak]

Koorman:
You... Don't do... things like that... to him...