.
BRAIN
Lunch is a lot of things, lunch is complicated.
[...]
BRENDAN
Better stop meeting me in the open too. I'm going to start getting visible, and I need you on the underneath. I'll call.
THE BRAIN
Trueman asked for you. Wants words in his office.
BRENDAN
I bet. Keep him off me - stonewall him, he won't bite, just keep him away from me.
THE BRAIN
I'll try. So what's first?
BRENDAN
Make Em's troubles mine. I'm going to throw a few words at you, tell me if they catch. Brick.
THE BRAIN
No.
[...]
PIN
Things can get, you know, it's tough sometimes. Twisted, complicated, watching all the, I don't know. Everyone's got their thing.
You read Tolkien?
BRENDAN
What?
PIN
Tolkien, the Hobbit books?
BRENDAN
Yeah.
PIN
His descriptions of things are really good.
BRENDAN
Oh yeah?
PIN
He makes you want to be there.
.
.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Raging Bull
JAKE
You know, I'm not a philosopher or anything like that but I been around a little and the way I look at it is -- We're, all of us, lookin' for the same thing: a shot at the title. No matter what you wanta be... you wanta shot at bein' the best. Well, I had mine and it'll always be in the record books... it don't make no difference what happens to me from here on in -- I got my shot and that's a fact. Some guys weren't that lucky... like the one Marlon Brando played in "On the Waterfront" -- an up and comer who's now a down and outer. You remember... there was this scene in the back of the car with his brother Charlie, a small-time racket guy, and it went somethin' like this -- "It wasn't him, Charlie. It was you. You 'member that night in the Garden you came down my dressing room and said. 'Kid, this ain't your night. We're going for the price on Wilson.' You 'member that? 'This ain't your night!' My night – I coulda taken Wilson apart! So what happens? He gets the title shot outdoors on the ballpark, and what do I get? A one-way ticket to Palookaville. I never was no good after that night. It was like a peak you reach. Then it went downhill. It was you, Charlie. You was my brother, Charlie. You shoulda looked out for me a little bit. You shoulda taken care of me just a little bit so I wouldn't have to take them dives for the short end money... You don't understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody -- instead of a bum, which is what I am. Let's face it. It was you, Charlie."
STAGEHAND (O.S.)
Hey Jake, how you doing?
JAKE
How long do I have?
STAGEHAND (O.S.)
About five minutes
You know, I'm not a philosopher or anything like that but I been around a little and the way I look at it is -- We're, all of us, lookin' for the same thing: a shot at the title. No matter what you wanta be... you wanta shot at bein' the best. Well, I had mine and it'll always be in the record books... it don't make no difference what happens to me from here on in -- I got my shot and that's a fact. Some guys weren't that lucky... like the one Marlon Brando played in "On the Waterfront" -- an up and comer who's now a down and outer. You remember... there was this scene in the back of the car with his brother Charlie, a small-time racket guy, and it went somethin' like this -- "It wasn't him, Charlie. It was you. You 'member that night in the Garden you came down my dressing room and said. 'Kid, this ain't your night. We're going for the price on Wilson.' You 'member that? 'This ain't your night!' My night – I coulda taken Wilson apart! So what happens? He gets the title shot outdoors on the ballpark, and what do I get? A one-way ticket to Palookaville. I never was no good after that night. It was like a peak you reach. Then it went downhill. It was you, Charlie. You was my brother, Charlie. You shoulda looked out for me a little bit. You shoulda taken care of me just a little bit so I wouldn't have to take them dives for the short end money... You don't understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody -- instead of a bum, which is what I am. Let's face it. It was you, Charlie."
STAGEHAND (O.S.)
Hey Jake, how you doing?
JAKE
How long do I have?
STAGEHAND (O.S.)
About five minutes
On the waterfront
TERRY
It wasn't him, Charley. It was you. Remember that night in the Garden? You came down to my dressing room and said, "Kid, this ain't your night. "We're going for the price on Wilson." You remember that? "This ain't your night." My night! I could have taken Wilson apart! So what happens, he gets the title shot outdoors in the ball park... and what do I get? A one-way ticket to Palookaville! You was my brother, Charley. You should have looked out for me a little bit. You should've taken care of me a little so I wouldn't... have to take dives for short-end money.
CHARLEY
I always had a bet down for you. You saw some money.
TERRY
See! You don't understand!
CHARLEY
I tried to keep you in good with Johnny.
TERRY
You don't understand, I could have had class! I could have been a contender. I could have been somebody. Instead of a bum... which is what I am. Let's face it. It was you, Charley!
CHARLEY
Okay.
It wasn't him, Charley. It was you. Remember that night in the Garden? You came down to my dressing room and said, "Kid, this ain't your night. "We're going for the price on Wilson." You remember that? "This ain't your night." My night! I could have taken Wilson apart! So what happens, he gets the title shot outdoors in the ball park... and what do I get? A one-way ticket to Palookaville! You was my brother, Charley. You should have looked out for me a little bit. You should've taken care of me a little so I wouldn't... have to take dives for short-end money.
CHARLEY
I always had a bet down for you. You saw some money.
TERRY
See! You don't understand!
CHARLEY
I tried to keep you in good with Johnny.
TERRY
You don't understand, I could have had class! I could have been a contender. I could have been somebody. Instead of a bum... which is what I am. Let's face it. It was you, Charley!
CHARLEY
Okay.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Magnolia
Frank y Gwenovier
FRANK
I swear to fucking-god, I do one-a-my seminars, I'm Superaman! I'm Batman! I'm like a fucking action hero the way I feel afterwards, like I could walk out this door, down the street, pick up any fuckin' pootie I see that has even one second to stop –
[…]
GWENOVIER
C'mon, Frank. What are you doing?
FRANK
What am I doing?
GWENOVIER
Yeah.
FRANK
I'm quietly judging you.
[…]
FRANK
Time's up. Thank you for the interview.
GWENOVIER
So you sat it out, that's what you did?
FRANK
You requested my time and I gave it you, you called me a liar and made accusations. And you say, "If I'd known I wouldn't have asked," then it's not an attack? Well, I don't wanna be the sort of fella who doesn't keep his word. I gave you my time, Bitch. So fuck you now.
GWENOVIER
You're hurting a lot of people, Frank…
FRANK
fuck you.
FRANK
I swear to fucking-god, I do one-a-my seminars, I'm Superaman! I'm Batman! I'm like a fucking action hero the way I feel afterwards, like I could walk out this door, down the street, pick up any fuckin' pootie I see that has even one second to stop –
[…]
GWENOVIER
C'mon, Frank. What are you doing?
FRANK
What am I doing?
GWENOVIER
Yeah.
FRANK
I'm quietly judging you.
[…]
FRANK
Time's up. Thank you for the interview.
GWENOVIER
So you sat it out, that's what you did?
FRANK
You requested my time and I gave it you, you called me a liar and made accusations. And you say, "If I'd known I wouldn't have asked," then it's not an attack? Well, I don't wanna be the sort of fella who doesn't keep his word. I gave you my time, Bitch. So fuck you now.
GWENOVIER
You're hurting a lot of people, Frank…
FRANK
fuck you.
Boogie nights
DIRK
I've been around this block twice looking for something… a clue. I've been looking for clues and something led me back here… yeah… so here I am. Coulda been me who was at Ringo's place when the shit went down… Hey… I know how it is… cause I been there… we've all done bad things… We all have those guilty feelings in our hearts… you wanna take your brain out of your head and wash it and scrub it and make it clean… well no. But I'm gonna help you settle this… First we're gonna check for holes, see what we can find… then we're gonna get nice and wet… so you're gonna spread your legs… That's good… so you know me, you know my reputation… thirteen inches is a tough load, I don't treat you gently… That's right: I'm Brock Landers. So I'm gonna be nice and I'm gonna ask you one more time… Where the fuck is Ringo?
I'm a star, I'm a star, I'm a star. I'm a star. I'm a star, I'm a big bright shining star.
I've been around this block twice looking for something… a clue. I've been looking for clues and something led me back here… yeah… so here I am. Coulda been me who was at Ringo's place when the shit went down… Hey… I know how it is… cause I been there… we've all done bad things… We all have those guilty feelings in our hearts… you wanna take your brain out of your head and wash it and scrub it and make it clean… well no. But I'm gonna help you settle this… First we're gonna check for holes, see what we can find… then we're gonna get nice and wet… so you're gonna spread your legs… That's good… so you know me, you know my reputation… thirteen inches is a tough load, I don't treat you gently… That's right: I'm Brock Landers. So I'm gonna be nice and I'm gonna ask you one more time… Where the fuck is Ringo?
I'm a star, I'm a star, I'm a star. I'm a star. I'm a star, I'm a big bright shining star.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Obama
2 noviembre, 2008
This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one that's on my mind tonight's about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. She's a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing: Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old.
She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldn't vote for two reasons -- because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin.
And tonight, I think about all that she's seen throughout her century in America -- the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can't, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes we can.
At a time when women's voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes we can.
When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs, a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can.
When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes we can.
She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that "We Shall Overcome." Yes we can.
A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination.
And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change.
Yes we can.
This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one that's on my mind tonight's about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. She's a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing: Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old.
She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldn't vote for two reasons -- because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin.
And tonight, I think about all that she's seen throughout her century in America -- the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can't, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes we can.
At a time when women's voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes we can.
When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs, a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can.
When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes we can.
She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that "We Shall Overcome." Yes we can.
A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination.
And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change.
Yes we can.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Midnight Cowboy
Midnight Cowboy
Where's that Joe Buck?
...
RATSO
No doctors. No, sir. Not me. Doctors are like goddam auto mechanics. Fix one-thing, unplug another. Operate for piles and while they're there, they unscrew your liver. My old man, for God's sake, wasn't any sicker'n I am when he went to the doctor.
JOE
Well, just exactly what the hell you think you're gonna do? Die on me?
RATSO
I'm going to Florida, that's my only chance.
JOE
You know what's wrong with you? You got fevers. You kinky as a bedbug. How you gonna get to Florida?
RATSO
I'll find the money. If you just get me on the bus, that's all I ask.
JOE
Just when everything's going my way, you gotta pull a stunt like this.
RATSO
I don't even want you to go. Whaddya think of that? I got other plans for my life than dragging around some dumb cowboy that thinks he's God's gift to women. One twenty-buck trick and he's already the biggest stud in New York City. It's laughable.
Where's that Joe Buck?
...
RATSO
No doctors. No, sir. Not me. Doctors are like goddam auto mechanics. Fix one-thing, unplug another. Operate for piles and while they're there, they unscrew your liver. My old man, for God's sake, wasn't any sicker'n I am when he went to the doctor.
JOE
Well, just exactly what the hell you think you're gonna do? Die on me?
RATSO
I'm going to Florida, that's my only chance.
JOE
You know what's wrong with you? You got fevers. You kinky as a bedbug. How you gonna get to Florida?
RATSO
I'll find the money. If you just get me on the bus, that's all I ask.
JOE
Just when everything's going my way, you gotta pull a stunt like this.
RATSO
I don't even want you to go. Whaddya think of that? I got other plans for my life than dragging around some dumb cowboy that thinks he's God's gift to women. One twenty-buck trick and he's already the biggest stud in New York City. It's laughable.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Dark Knight
Gordon’s son
Why is he running, dad?
Gordon
Because we have to chase him, son.
Gordon’s son
Bud he didn't do anything wrong.
Gordon
Because he's the hero that Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now... and so we'll hunt him... because he can take it... because he's not a hero... he's a silent guardian, a watchful protector... a DARK KNIGHT
Why is he running, dad?
Gordon
Because we have to chase him, son.
Gordon’s son
Bud he didn't do anything wrong.
Gordon
Because he's the hero that Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now... and so we'll hunt him... because he can take it... because he's not a hero... he's a silent guardian, a watchful protector... a DARK KNIGHT
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Pulp Fiction
JULES
Does-he-look-like-a-bitch?!
BRETT
No.
JULES
Then why did you try to fuck 'im like a bitch?!
BRETT
I didn't.
JULES
Yes ya did Brett, yes ya did. Ya tried ta fuck 'im like a bitch and Mr. Wallace doesn't like to be fucked by anyone except by Ms. Wallace. You ever read the Bible, Brett?
BRETT
Yes.
JULES
There's a passage I got memorized, seems appropriate for this situation: Ezekiel 25:17. “The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you."
Does-he-look-like-a-bitch?!
BRETT
No.
JULES
Then why did you try to fuck 'im like a bitch?!
BRETT
I didn't.
JULES
Yes ya did Brett, yes ya did. Ya tried ta fuck 'im like a bitch and Mr. Wallace doesn't like to be fucked by anyone except by Ms. Wallace. You ever read the Bible, Brett?
BRETT
Yes.
JULES
There's a passage I got memorized, seems appropriate for this situation: Ezekiel 25:17. “The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you."
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
El bueno, el malo y el feo
el bueno, el malo y el feo
My belly's full. Nice guy, my brother. I didn't tell you my brother was in charge here.
Everything, like the pope almost. He's in charge in Rome. My brother, he says to me: "Stay, brother, don't go home. "We never see each other. Here, there's plenty to eat and drink. Bring your friend, too". Whenever we see each other, he never lets me go. It's always the same story.
My brother, he's crazy about me.
That's so.
Even a tramp like me, no matter what happens... I know there's a brother somewhere who will never refuse me a bowl of soup. Sure.
Well, after a meal, there's nothing like a good cigar.
TUCO
My belly's full. Nice guy, my brother. I didn't tell you my brother was in charge here.
Everything, like the pope almost. He's in charge in Rome. My brother, he says to me: "Stay, brother, don't go home. "We never see each other. Here, there's plenty to eat and drink. Bring your friend, too". Whenever we see each other, he never lets me go. It's always the same story.
My brother, he's crazy about me.
BLONDY:
That's so.
TUCO:
Even a tramp like me, no matter what happens... I know there's a brother somewhere who will never refuse me a bowl of soup. Sure.
BLONDY:
Well, after a meal, there's nothing like a good cigar.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Boondock Saints
final de Boondock saints
Han sido elegido para revelar nuestra existencia al mundo. Serán testigos de lo que pasé hoy aquí y lo contarán después. Todos los ojos al frente.
¡Ahora nos recibirán! No queremos a su pobre o hambriento. No queremos a su cansado o enfermo. ¡Clamamos a su corrupto! Serán a sus malvados los que buscaremos. Con cada respiro los cazaremos. Cada día derramaremos su sangre, hasta que llueva de los cielos. No maten, no violen, no roben. Estos son los principios que cada hombre de cada fe puenden abrazar. No son sugerencias corteces, son códigos de comportamiento y aquellos quienes los ignoren lo pagarán con el costo más alto. Hay varios grados de maldad. Les urgimos a sus más pequeñas formas de inmundicia que no empujen los límites y crucen a la verdadera corrupción... a nuestros dominios. Porque si lo hacen, un día mirarán detrás y nos verán a nosotros tres y en ese día ustedes lo cosecharán... y los enviaremos a cualquier Dios que deseen.
ta taaaaan
Han sido elegido para revelar nuestra existencia al mundo. Serán testigos de lo que pasé hoy aquí y lo contarán después. Todos los ojos al frente.
¡Ahora nos recibirán! No queremos a su pobre o hambriento. No queremos a su cansado o enfermo. ¡Clamamos a su corrupto! Serán a sus malvados los que buscaremos. Con cada respiro los cazaremos. Cada día derramaremos su sangre, hasta que llueva de los cielos. No maten, no violen, no roben. Estos son los principios que cada hombre de cada fe puenden abrazar. No son sugerencias corteces, son códigos de comportamiento y aquellos quienes los ignoren lo pagarán con el costo más alto. Hay varios grados de maldad. Les urgimos a sus más pequeñas formas de inmundicia que no empujen los límites y crucen a la verdadera corrupción... a nuestros dominios. Porque si lo hacen, un día mirarán detrás y nos verán a nosotros tres y en ese día ustedes lo cosecharán... y los enviaremos a cualquier Dios que deseen.
ta taaaaan
Monday, April 07, 2008
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