Quotes from the movie Office Romance (70 quotes)

The legendary film Office Romance has probably lingered in our mentality for a long time. It would seem like just a story about relationships within one enterprise, what could make this film so popular? The answer, in fact, is very simple - it’s the acting and a great script. How many catchphrases came into the world from this film. We all love and dislike this or that character, but we use phrases from any of them. This section contains quotes from the film Office Romance.

I look at you, Verochka, and think: if I were more frivolous, I would... wow!!!

Personally, I go to service only because it ennobles me.

I have such an impeccable reputation that it’s high time I was compromised.

Finally, get up! And... go... do... what?... business!

If there were no statistics, we would not even suspect how well we are doing.

I have had no one more dear to you for several days now...

You just cried - and as if you were normal...

Where did you get this vulgarity? You're swaying your hips like an obscene woman!

Without statistics there is no life at all... but some kind of hard labor...

Retirement is on the horizon - and there it is! Just a sexual revolution!

Have you noticed that we are experiencing shortages of certain goods? This happens because certain products are not planned by such idiots as you. Please redo it.

Cute, but, unfortunately, active. She was once nominated for public work and since then they have not been able to push her back.

where did you get this vulgarity? You're swaying your hips like an obscene woman!

Statistics is a science, it does not tolerate approximation...

— Did you do poorly at school? I knew that you were a former poor student! “Let’s leave my dark past alone.”

Retirement is on the horizon - and there it is! Just a sexual revolution!

She knows the business she runs. This also happens.

- People, we hand over fifty kopecks. Masha Selezneva has a new addition to her family! - Personally, I have nothing to do with it!

And this is Shura - pretty, but, unfortunately, active. She was once nominated for public work and since then they have not been able to push her back.

We call it “our mymra”. Of course, behind the scenes.

We love you. Somewhere deep down, somewhere very deep.

We call it “our mymra”. Of course, behind the scenes.

And this is Shura - pretty, but, unfortunately, active. She was once nominated for public work and since then they have not been able to push her back.

- You can’t say anything, you are a real modern man! “What right do you have to insult me like that?!”

If there were no statistics, we would not even suspect how well we are doing.

She basically doesn’t know that there are children in the world. She is sure that they are born adults, according to the staffing table, with a position and salary.

- Imagine, Bublikov died! - Why did he die? I didn’t give such an order... How did you die?

Will there be men there?

Guess what I'm smoking now? Marlboro. The new deputy threw a whole block from the master's shoulder. Makes friends with the secretary. Now he is sitting with the Old Woman.

- You're smart. - When a woman is told that she is smart, does that mean that she is a complete fool?

Well, that’s it, Novoseltsev, your job is screwed.

Allow me to present you with a souvenir from Switzerland. There are eight colors in this pen. It is very convenient for resolutions: black - “refuse”, red - to the accounting department “pay”, green - the color of hope, blue - “comrade such and such, consider.” Please.

- Red. Or white? - Or white. But it can be red.

- Why do you lie all the time? - Because I follow your example,

- Which Novoseltsev is this? - But none. A sluggish and uninitiative worker. Unfortunately, we have many of these.

-What kind of person are you? I just can’t figure you out... - Don’t bite me, why try to figure it out.

Well, that’s it, Novoseltsev, your job is screwed.

- Each new broom places its people everywhere. - I hope you are my man? - Certainly! True, until this moment I was nobody's.

- You don't drink. - How is it that you don’t drink? Very much so...why?

- Why do you lie all the time? - Because I follow your example,

I don’t feel sorry for Masha Seleznyova.

- How could she leave the children, Leontyeva? She's a mother. - Ha! Mother!... Their mother was Novoseltsev!

There must be a mystery in a woman! The head is slightly raised, the eyes are slightly lowered, everything is free here, the shoulders are thrown back. Hip free gait. Uninhibited free panther movement before jumping. Men don't let a woman like that pass!

Let's take honey mushrooms, for example. They grow on stumps. If you come to the forest and are lucky with a stump, then you can collect a whole mountain... stumps... oh, again...

- Chest forward! - Breast? You flatter me, Vera. - Everyone flatters you.

Why did you eat plasticine?! - And I ate it with sugar!

- When I see her, my legs just give way. - Don’t just stand there, sit down!

- Don't hit me on the head, it's my sore spot! - This is your empty space!

- She is an elderly, ugly, lonely woman... - She is not a woman, she is a director.

A cigarette, a match, a box?

- I have children. I have two of them: a boy and... um... de... also a boy. Two boys. Here. It's a burden. - Lord, how can you talk about children like that? - Well, wait, Lyudmila Prokofievna! - Yes you? - Don't interrupt, please! I'll get lost myself.

- We love you... deep down... somewhere very deep...

- I really want to make a good impression on you. - You succeeded... already. - I want to strengthen it.

“You wouldn’t allow yourself to throw a bouquet in the face of any of your employees.” Are you really not indifferent to me? “One more word and I’ll throw a decanter at you!” - If you make me a decanter, then you really are me... so-and-so...

- Where is your door...? - Where necessary, there is a door!

- Wait, a guess struck me: are you drunk? - No, what are you talking about! When I'm drunk, I'm violent. Gee-gee-gee!.. Well, now I’m quiet. - I was lucky.

This is the director of our institution, Lyudmila Prokofyevna Kalugina. She knows the business she runs. This also happens.

a— Don’t hit me on the head, it’s my sore spot! - This is your empty space!

Well, that’s it, Novoseltsev, your job is screwed.

Sometimes it happens that I want to cry, but why should I cry alone? It's like an alcoholic drinking alone

- Write, write! - Don't rush me, I'm not a typewriter!

Hello... Prokofya... Lyudmilovna...

— Aren’t you interested in berries? - Only in the form of jam. — How do you feel about poetry... in the form of poetry?

- Don't hit me on the head, it's my sore spot! - This is your empty space!

- Why do you wiggle all the time? What kind of person are you? I can't figure you out! - Don't bite me! Why bite through?

- Red. Or white? - Or white. But it can be red.

- We love you... deep down... somewhere very deep... - Very deep! So deep that I don't even notice it! - No, it’s noticeable, it should be noticeable...

- So, it turns out that everyone considers me such a monster? - No need to exaggerate. Not everything... and not such a monster...

One more word and I'll throw a decanter at you!

- So, you have to hide your bad legs, Lyudmila Prokofyevna! - Where!? - Under the maxi!

Our favorite Soviet films, cartoons, movie music, posters and photos

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… ……………………….. - We call it “our mymra.”

— Every morning in our establishment starts the same way. This is already a custom. Tradition. I would say it's a ritual.

“She is curious, like all women, and feminine, like all secretaries.”

— Did you buy new boots, Vera? - Yes, I haven’t decided yet, Lyudmila Prokofievna. You like? - Very defiant. I wouldn't take these. And if I were you, I would be interested in boots not during work, but after it. - So, you need to take good boots.

- Well, how are they doing in Geneva? - Difficult.

— You are a great specialist in mushrooms, Comrade Novoseltsev. - For mushrooms, yes.

- Doesn’t music captivate you, Lyudmila Prokofievna? In any, any form? - I hope you are not going to play music? - Yeah! I want to sing! - What a misfortune...

- Wait... A guess dawned on me. You are drunk? - No, what are you talking about! When I'm drunk, I'm violent. Here... And now I'm quiet. - I was lucky.

- It’s quiet around, Only the badger is not sleeping. He hung his ears on branches, and quietly dances around.

- Hello brawler. - Hello... - Can you explain to me what kind of fly yesterday... What kind of fly bit you?

- How could she leave the children, Leontyeva? She's a mother! - Ha ha... Mother! Their mother was Novoseltsev.

- That's it, Novoseltsev! Your business is a pipe.

- Why do you wiggle all the time? What kind of person are you? I can't figure you out! - Don't bite me. Why... bite through? No need…

- You claimed that I was callous! - Why, soft. - Inhumane! - Human. - Heartless! - Heartfelt. - Dry! - Wet!..

- We dote on you... We love you... ... in the depths of our souls... Somewhere very deep...

- What are you talking about, by God?! - Our democratic, democratic!..

- What are you doing? Are you crying? - You burst into my office and tell me all sorts of nasty things! - Stop crying! What are you, you are not entitled to your position.

- So, it turns out that everyone considers me such a monster? - No need to exaggerate. Not everyone... Not such a monster...

- You feel good, Anatoly Efremovich. You... You have children. - Yes, two: a boy and... a boy.

- Vera, please call me the brightest head of our time. Like whom? Novoseltsev, of course.

- Well, no one cares! And I’m sitting alone, racking my brains about what to give to Barovsky so that he can enjoy it! I spotted a bronze horse at a thrift store!

- Well, let's start with shoes. It is shoes that make a woman a Woman. - Really? — Shoes are now worn with a membrane, with high heels...

- Does your relative have beautiful legs? Slender? - Well... in general... Legs are like legs. Average legs, let's consider it that way. - Well, okay. This means that the bad legs, Lyudmila Prokofyevna, must be hidden. - Where? - Under the maxi!

- Well, thank God, I think. Much better this way... lively, right? Otherwise it’s like a house on your head... - Well, if it’s lively, then it’s better.

- Gait! Is this how you walk? - How? - This is incomprehensible to the mind! It will all come off, it will tie itself in a knot here, it will all shrivel up like an old torn shoe, and then it will go to work! It's like he's driving in piles!

— A woman must have a mystery. The head is slightly raised. The eyes are slightly lowered. Everything is free here. Shoulders thrown back. The gait is free, from the hip. Uninhibited, free movement of a panther before a jump.

— Is it possible to learn to walk like this or is it not possible? - Well, you see, you can, of course, teach a hare to smoke. In principle, nothing is impossible. - You think? - For a person with intelligence.

- Oh, I'm afraid that I won't overcome this science... - Nonsense, you can handle it. Don't worry. Head forward. Chest forward. - Breast? You flatter me, Vera. - Everyone flatters you.

- So, she came at me with a free gait, leg from the hip, free! Let's go! Lyudmila Prokofyevna, where did you pick up this vulgarity? You're swaying your hips like an obscene woman.

- Beautiful, huh? - Yeah, good horse. - This is not a horse, this is some kind of mammoth. Let's come already, shall we?

- Spicy, spicy! And a playful smile! In general, let men think that everything is fine with you. Breathe. More elegant, plastic! And no need to kick. You are not a pacer, but a woman. Well, now I’m going alone! Let's go! More fun!

- Lyudmila Prokofievna! Allow us to hide this horse behind the stage in the closet. - W-w-why hide?.. - Why? And from the hero of the day, so that he does not rejoice ahead of time.

- But how are you feeling, Anatoly Efremovich? — You know, I’ll tell you honestly: compared to Bublikov, it’s not bad.

- Listen!.. Of course, I understand that it’s not good to read other people’s letters... But I started reading - I just couldn’t stop!

- You see, Bublikov died... And then he didn’t die. This trouble happened to his namesake in the hospital, and they called us. Confused. And we already bought the wreath. Whether he will die again is unknown. And the flowers disappear. Here. Shura pulls them from Bublikov... Oh, that is, from a wreath from under Bublikov, makes bouquets and gives them to women.

- What, do you think that you can’t give me flowers? - Can! I can give it to you. It’s just that for this you need some kind of... ... how? Birthday, or whatever it is... March 8th.

— This letter contains my proposals for improving statistical accounting in light industry. - You know, I understand you very well. It is very important to improve statistics... specifically in light industry. I understand you very well.

“I’m concerned about the state of mind of one of our employees. - I understand who you are talking about. - And besides you, is anyone else... “smart”? - The whole team.

- Imagine, Samokhvalov gave me Ryzhova’s letters so that we could sort it out at the local committee... - What a bastard! - Yes? And they actually sent me to the accounting department! - Yes, we need to work on you!

- Listen, the old woman sent me to the accounting department, but I broke free from there. - This is a courageous act.

- Red. Or white? - Or white. But you can have red! - M-can I have red... - It doesn’t matter what kind of wine.

- Let's drink to something. - For what? - Don't know. - And I don’t know. Well, why? - Let's keep everyone healthy, huh? - Excellent toast!

- I have children. I have two of them: a boy and... d-de... t-also a boy. Two boys.

- Well, wait, Lyudmila Prokofyevna, don’t interrupt, please! I'll get lost myself...

- You, too, apparently expect to find yourself another boss... - Of course! - ...and younger and prettier, isn’t it? - Yes, yes. Moreover, this is not a problem.

— Tickets to the circus won’t be lost? - Well, of course! I'll sell them at a speculative price.

- You are leaving... You are leaving because the director of your institution is Kalugina... - Well, well, bolder, bolder. -...tyrant? - Tyrant.

- How original and wonderful you take care. Well, you can't say anything. You are a real modern man. “What right do you have to insult me like that?”

- Mymra!

- Don't hit me on the head, it's my sore spot! - This is your empty space!

- Where we go? - Directly!