: Oh, you want to speak with Kostik!.. Please be so kind as to leave your phone number. Just a second while I get a pencil... Just a second, wait... Lev Evgenievich!
Lev Evgenievich Khobotov: Now... oh, damn, One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...
Grandmother: Lev Evgenievich, my dear, you've made off with the pencil again!
Lev Evgenievich: ...fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six...
Grandmother: Go ahead, give me your phone number, my dear. Yes!
Lev Evgenievich: ...forty-two, forty-three, forty-four, forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three... Oh!
Neighbor (Khobotov's ex-wife): A real chef!
Grandmother: You're wanted on the telephone. What shall I say?
Kostya: Tell whoever it is to call back later please. [sings]
Grandmother: I'm so sorry, my dear, Kostik is rather busy right now. He's taking a shower. Please be so kind as to leave your number. I'll take it down. Just a moment while I get a pencil. Go ahead.
Veliurov (poet and songwriter): Do you mind keeping it down a bit while I'm working with an author?
Grandmother: Oh, please excuse me, I didn't mean to... go ahead.
Veliurov: Soyev, my dear fellow!... What on earth is going on?
Grandmother: That's Savva Ignatievich working... Sorry, I was talking to someone else. Please, give me your number.
Veliurov: He thinks we have a workshop in here.
Female neighbor: Savva Ignatievich! Savva Ignatievich! Breakfast is ready! Knock on Khobotov's door, so he can come too.
Savva Ignatievich: Zeer gut, Margarita Pavlovna. Lev Evgenievich! Do you hear? Breakfast is ready.