Ilya: Do you by any chance have an apron?
Sonya: An apron?
Sonya: Let's have a cigarette first, okay?
Ilya: Okay, we'll have a cigarette first, and then I'll show you how to make a real saltimbocca.
Sonya: A real what?
Ilya: "Bocca" means "mouth." Saltimbocca is something that jumps into your mouth by itself.
Sonya: I see. Great. Is this the right size frying pan?
Ilya: That's the right size. It's a good frying pan.
Sonya: So we won't even have to wash it.
Ilya: We'll just wipe it off.
Ilya: Sonya, can we put things on this table? This one, next to us?
Sonya: I think so. This table belongs to the new tenants, students who moved in pretty recently.
Slawomir: Do you know whose table is whose?
Sonya: No, I don't know about everybody. I know only my table and the one next to me. And I know Nina Vasilievna's.
Nina Vasilievna: This one here is mine.
Slawomir: Where? Show me.
Nina Vasilievna: Straight ahead, where the soap dish is.
Slawomir: And hers? What about your table?
Iraida Yakovlevna: Mine? This is mine.
Slawomir: Was it always here?
Iraida Yakovlevna: Yes, our tables were you know right up to the, over there, almost. Now for some reason there aren't as many. But it used to be, they went almost to the door.
Ilya: The light here, it doesn't seem that anyone has done anything about it.
Ilya: I'm going to lower the flame under this person's teakettle. Would it be okay to knock at her door and say that her water is boiling?
Sonya: Yes, a lot of people do that, but I don't, because I don't know who lives in which room and whose teakettle is whose.
Ilya: So, you kind of...
Sonya: You know why? It's all because of the telephone. The point is that everybody else, you know, uses the same communal telephone, so everybody knows where everybody's room is.
Anya: What do you have here?
Slawomir: This is a microphone.
Anya: Oh!
Slawomir: Do you want to see yourself?
Ilya: Oh, it's coming to a boil.
Tatyana: Let's go vaporize your nose.
Sonya: A plate?
Ilya: No, not for a while... when it comes to a boil, we'll add some macaroni.
Tatyana: Let's go vaporize your nose.
Anya: Goodbye.
Slawomir: Goodbye. See you.
Ilya: Macaroni with calamari, that's very good, we'll have to make it some time. But we don't have any calamari, friends. Why didn't they say how many minutes… Are we in your way?
Ira: No.
Ilya: In three minutes, in three minutes…
Savva: Hi. Mama.
Sonya: Hello!
Ilya: Say hi to Grandma!
Sonya: Hi!
Ilya: Everything will be ready in six minutes, and in the meantime I'll put in the macaroni...
Ilya: They cook until a certain point that is called al dente, that is "to the tooth." When you try it, you can feel it.
Ilya: This young man who wrote about Dostoevsky, he wrote me a letter that I just didn't have time to answer, but he raised so many issues. There's still macaroni left, but if we serve it now...
Savva: They recommend Marquez's "Chronicle..."
Ilya: "... of a Death Foretold."
Savva: Right.
Ilya: "Crónica..."
Savva: That's it. I found it in the House of Books, it was very expensive.
Ilya: Yeah.