Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Silence of the lambs

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HANNIBAL LECTER
You're so ambitious, aren't you? Do you know what you look like, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look Like a rube. A well-scrubbed, hustling rube, with a little taste.
Good nutrition's given you length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed: pure West Virginia. What is your Father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp? How quickly the boys found you. All those tedious, sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars, while you could only dream of getting out, getting anywhere, getting all the way to the FBI.

CLARICE STARLING
You see a lot, Doctor. But are you strong enough to point that high-powered perception at yourself? What about it? Why don't you look at yourself and write down what you see? Or maybe you're afraid to.

HANNIBAL LECTER
A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti. You fly back to school now, little Starling. Fly, fly, fly.

MIGGS
I bit my wrist so I can die. Look at the blood! Got ya!

HANNIBAL LECTER
Miggs, you stupid fuck! I'm gonna kill him! Agent Starling! Come back! Agent Starling! Agent Starling! I would not have had that happen to you. Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly.

CLARICE STARLING
Then do this test.

HANNIBAL LECTER
No, but I'll give you a chance for what you love most.

CLARICE STARLING
And what is that?

HANNIBAL LECTER
Advancement. Listen carefully. Look deep within yourself, Clarice Starling. Go seek out Miss Mofet, an old patient of mine. M-O-F-E-T.
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Monday, March 16, 2009

Una isla sin mar

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De acuerdo a La casa del libro: faltan 4 días.
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Wednesday, March 11, 2009

The Vagina Monologues

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I WAS THERE WHEN HER VAGINA CHANGED... FROM A SHY, SEXUAL HOLE TO AN ARCHAEOLOGICAL TUNNEL, A SACRED VESSEL, A VENETIAN CANAL, A DEEP WELL WITH A TIN Y STUCK CHILD INSIDE, WAITING TO BE RESCUED. I SAW THE COLORS OF HER VAGINA. THEY CHANGED. SAW THE BRUISED BROKEN BLUE, THE BLISTERING TOMATO RED, THE GRAY-PINK, THE DARK, SAW THE BLOOD-LIKE PERSPIRATION ALONG THE EDGES, SAW THE YELLOW, WHITE LIQUID, THE SHIT, THE CLOTS PUSHING OUT ALL THE HOLES, PUSHING HARDER AND HARDER, SAW THROUGH THE HOLE, THE BABY'S HEAD. SCRATCHES OF BLACK HAIR, SAW IT JUST THERE, BEHIND THE BONE. LIKE A HARD, ROUND MEMORY, AS THE NURSE FROM THE UKRAINE KEPT TURNING AND TURNING HER SLIPPERY HAND.

I WAS THERE WHEN EACH OF US, HER MOTHER AND I, HELD A LEG AND SPREAD HER WIDE, PUSHING WITH ALL OUR STRENGTH AGAINST HER PUSHING, AS HER HUSBAND STERNLY COUNTING, "ONE, TWO, THREE," TELLING HER, "FOCUS, FOCUS HARDER." WE LOOKED INTO HER THEN. WE COULDN'T GET OUR EYES OUT OF THAT PLACE. WE FORGET THE VAGINA, ALL OF US. WHAT ELSE WOULD EXPLAIN OUR LACK OF AWE, OUR LACK OF REVERENCE? I WAS THERE WHEN THE DOCTOR REACHED IN WITH ALICE IN WONDERLAND SPOONS AND THERE AS HER VAGINA BECAME A WIDE, OPERATIC MOUTH SINGING WITH ALL ITS STRENGTH, FIRST THE LITTLE HEAD. THEN THE GRAY FLOPPING ARM… THEN THE FAST, SWIMMING BODY, SWIMMING QUICKLY INTO OUR WEEPING ARMS.

I WAS THERE LATER, WHEN I JUST TURNED I TURNED AND I FACED HER VAGINA. I STOOD AND I LET MYSELF SEE HER, ALL SPREAD, COMPLETELY EXPOSED, MUTILATED, SWOLLEN, TORN, BLEEDING ALL OVER THE DOCTOR'S HANDS, WHO WAS CALMLY SEWING HER THERE. I STOOD... AND AS I STARED, HER VAGINA SUDDENLY BECAME A WIDE, RED, PULSING HEART. THE HEART IS CAPABLE OF SACRIFICE. SO IS THE VAGINA. THE HEART IS ABLE TO FORGIVE AND REPAIR. IT CAN CHANGE ITS SHAPE TO LET US IN IT CAN EXPAND TO LET US OUT. SO CAN THE VAGINA. IT CAN ACHE FOR US AND STRETCH FOR US, AND DIE FOR US. AND BLEED AND BLEED US INTO THIS DIFFICULT... WONDROUS WORLD. SO CAN THE VAGINA. I WAS THERE IN THE ROOM. I REMEMBER.
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Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Una isla sin mar

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Faltan 10 días.
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Monday, March 09, 2009

Short Cuts

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MARIAN
we're just talking, right?

RALPH
Yes, Marian.

MARIAN
We're just talking! You want me to tell you the truth?

RALPH
That's all I've ever asked, Marian.

MARIAN
Okay. He kissed me. Does that satisfy you?

RALPH
Did it satisfy you?

MARIAN
Everybody was pretty far gone, as you may or may not know.

RALPH
Marian, I don't really need all this perspective, just the facts.

MARIAN
All right. All right, Ralph. Okay. Somehow... somehow the two of us were elected to go out and get liquor. We drove to the Foremost, which was closed... and then to Cappy's, which was also closed. In fact, everything was closed. I mean, I was beginning to wonder whether anything would be open... and all I could think of were those all-night supermarkets, and I wondered whether anybody would even be in the mood for a drink... if we had to drive around half the night looking for an open market. He was really drunk. I hadn't even realized how drunk he was until we started driving. And he was driving, he was driving terribly slow. He was all hunched over the wheel, and we were talking. We were talking about a lot of things... A lot of things that didn't make sense... I mean, about, uh, religious images... and about this about this painter, this painter named Larry Rivers. And, uh -And then he started talking about Norman Mailer... and about how Norman Mailer stabbed his wife in the breast. And he said he'd hate it if anybody did that to me. He said he'd like to kiss my breast. And then he pulled the car over to the side of the road, and... then he kissed me.

RALPH
How long?

MARIAN
How long what?

RALPH
How long did he kiss you? Then what?

MARIAN
Then he said, "Do you wanna have a go at it?"

RALPH
Jesus, Marian. "Do you wanna have a go at it?" [...] What does that mean, Marian? […] Did you touch him?

MARIAN
Touch him? Touch him? Okay, Ralph. Ralph, you wanna know what happened? He kissed me, and I kissed him back. And then we did it. We did it right there in the car.
He fucked me right there in the car. I was drunk. It didn't mean anything to me. I wish it hadn't happened, but it did. Is that all? Is that all you wanna know? Is that all?

RALPH
Yes, Marian. That's all.

MARIAN
Ralph, he didn't come in me. I swear to God, he didn't come in me.

RALPH
Okay.
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Monday, March 02, 2009

Last Tango in Paris

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PAUL

My father was a... a drunk. Tough. Whore-fucker, bar-fighter. Super-masculine. And he was tough.

My mother was very... Very poetic. And also a drunk. And... one of my memories, when I was a kid, was of her being arrested nude. We lived in this small town. Farming community. We lived on a farm. And I'd come home after school and she'd be gone. In jail... or something.

And... I used to... I used to have to milk a cow every morning and every night and I liked that. I remember... one time I was all dressed up to go out and take this girl to a basketball game. And I started to go out and my father said, "You have to milk the cow." I said, "Would you please milk it for me?" And he said, "No, get your ass out there." So I went out and I was in a hurry and didn't have time to change my shoes. And I had cowshit all over my shoes. And on the way to the basketball game, it smelled in the car.
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The prophecy

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ARCANGEL GABRIEL
Ah, you look like a Thomas. Hey. Look at me.

THOMAS
You want me to look at you? Huh?

ARCANGEL GABRIEL
You know how you got that dent in your top lip? Way back, before you were born, I told you a secret, then I put my finger there... and I said, "Shh."

[…]

THOMAS
Did you ever notice how in the Bible, whenever God needed to punish someone... or make an example, or whenever God needed a killing, he sent an angel? Did you ever wonder what a creature like that must be like? A whole existence spent praising your God, but always with one wing dipped in blood.
Would you ever really want to see an angel?

[…]

ARCANGEL GABRIEL
She won't feel anything, honest. I have to rip her apart, of course.

[…]

ARCANGEL GABRIEL
I'm an angel. I kill firstborns while their mamas watch. I turn cities into salt. I even, when I feel like it, rip the souls from little girls. And from now till kingdom come, the only thing you can count on, in your existence, is never understanding why.
You, give me a kiss.

[...]

SATAN
We must talk.

KATHERINE
Oh, my God.

SATAN
God? God is Love. I don't love you.

KATHERINE
I… I can't. I can't do this.

SATAN
I can lay you out and fill your mouth with your mother's feces. Or we can talk.

KATHERINE
Are you one of them?

SATAN
Them?

KATHERINE
Are you an angel

SATAN
I am the first angel, loved once above all others. A perfect love. […] You see, I'm not here to help you and the little bitch... because I love you or because I care for you, but because two hells is one hell too many... and I can't have that.

[…]

KATHERINE a THOMAS
I saw the devil tonight.

[…]

SATAN
Little Tommy Dagget. How I loved listening to your sweet prayers every night. And then you'd jump in your bed, so afraid I was under there.
And I was.
Do you know what hell really is, Thomas? It's not lakes of burning oil or chains of ice. It's being removed from God's sight, having His Word taken from you.

[…]

THOMAS
If you wanted to prove your side was right, Gabriel, so badly, why didn't you just ask Him? Why didn't you just ask God?

ARCANGEL GABRIEL
Because... He doesn't talk to me anymore.
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The dark knight (final)

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GORDON
The Joker won. Harvey’s prosecution, everything he fought for, everything Rachel died for. Undone. Whatever chance Gotham had for fixing itself... Whatever chance you gave us of fixing our city... dies with Harvey’s reputation. We bet it all on him. The Joker took the best of us and tore him down. People will lose all hope.

BATMAN
No. they won’t. They can never know what he did.

GORDON
Five dead? Two of them cops? We can’t sweep that under…

BATMAN
No. But the Joker cannot win. Gotham needs its true hero.

GORDON
You? You can’t.

BATMAN
Yes, I can. You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain. I can do those things because I’m not a hero, like Dent. I killed those people. That’s what I can be.

GORDON
No, you can’t! You’re not!

BATMAN
I’m whatever Gotham needs me to be.

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GORDON
They’ll hunt you.

BATMAN
You’ll hunt me. You’ll condemn me, set the dogs on me, because it’s what needs to happen. Because sometimes the truth isn’t good enough. Sometimes, people deserve more.

JAMES
Batman!
Why’s he running, Dad?

GORDON
Because we have to chasse him…

JAMES
He didn’t do anything wrong!

GORDON
Because he’s the hero Gotham deserves… but not he one it needs right now. So we’ll hunt him, because he can take it. Because he’s not our hero, he’s a silent guardian, a watchful protector… a dark knight.
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