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Poligraf Poligrafovich Sharikov: You are wrong here. I didn't ask you to perform the operation, did I? A fine business! You go and grab hold of an animal, slice his head open... and now you're sick of him! I didn't give permission to operate on me, did I? Neither did my relatives. I guess I have the right to sue you.

Professor Filipp Filippovich Preobrazhensky: So you object to having been turned into a human being, do you? Maybe you'd prefer to be sniffing around garbage cans again? Or freezing under gateways?

Poligraf Poligrafovich Sharikov: Why do you keep on at me? Garbage cans, garbage cans! Perhaps I was making my living there. And what if I'd died under your knife? What d'you say to that, comrade?

Professor Filipp Filippovich Preobrazhensky: My name is Philip Philipovich. I'm no comrade of yours!

Poligraf Poligrafovich Sharikov: Oh sure, I know. Of course, how else, we're not your comrades! How could we? We understand, sir! We didn't go to universities. We never had a flat of fifteen rooms and a bathroom. Only now it is time to forget about all that.