- Koliko je sati? Koliko jos imamo? – Al Giumeli prijatelju stari, pronadji mi taj glicerin… Znam da mozes ili ce ona umreti. Ako umre, mogu da prekinu ceo ovaj zemaljski sou… Mogu da ga spakuju,odvrnu zvezde, umotaju nebo i stave ga u kamion, mogu da ugase sunce koje toliko volim… Znas li zasto ga volim? Jer volim nju kad je sunce obasja. Mogu sve da odnesu, ove cilime, ove stubove, kuce, pesak, vetar, zabe, lubenice… zrno grada, sedam uvece, maj, jun, jul… crkve, pcele, more… Iz filma: The Tiger and the Snow (La Tigre e la Neve) Igraju: Roberto [...]
He looked like he could have snapped the chains that held him as easily as you might snap the ribbons on a Christmas present, but when you looked in his face, you knew he wasn’t going to do anything like that. Your name is John Coffey. „Yes, sir, boss, like the drink only not spelled the same way. I’m rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I’m tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we’s comin from or [...]
Alec Baldwin: Let me have your attention for a moment. ‘Cause you’re talkin’ about what…you’re talkin’ ’bout…bitchin’ about that sale you shot, some son of a bitch don’t want to buy land, somebody don’t want what you’re selling, some broad you’re trying to screw, so forth, let’s talk about something important. Are they all here? Kevin Spacey: All but one. Baldwin: Well, I’m going anyway. Let’s talk about something important. (sees Lemmon pouring coffee). Put that coffee down. Coffee’s for closer’s only. You think I’m fuckin’ with you? I am not funkin’ with you. I’m here from downtown. I’m here [...]
Ljudi moji kakva je ona Ljubica kurava to ziv stvor ne bi vjerovo. Taman ona kisa pocela sklonimo se mi pod onu strehu a ja za gace. Kad Bog te mazo nema gaca. Uhvatim je ja od straga kad ono gologuza. A tu smo reko, mislim se ja. Nemam ti curo sta vise pricati. Zavezacu ti sljagu, ne prekidaj me kad pricam. Niko te ne prekida, volio bih kad bi mog’o lagat ko ti. Mislis kad bi mog’o s nogu ko ja. I guslam ti ja guslam, noge mi se tresu kad odozgo s cunka jedna kaplja tup pravo meni [...]
Dean: Jonathan Trager, prominent television producer for ESPN, died last night from complications of losing his soul mate and his fiancee. He was 35 years old. Soft-spoken and obsessive, Trager never looked the part of a hopeless romantic. But, in the final days of his life, he revealed an unknown side of his psyche. This hidden quasi-Jungian persona surfaced during the Agatha Christie-like pursuit of his long reputed soul mate, a woman whom he only spent a few precious hours with. Sadly, the protracted search ended late Saturday night in complete and utter failure. Yet even in certain defeat, the [...]
Sean Maguire: Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me… fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven’t thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me? Will Hunting: No. Sean Maguire: You’re just a kid, you don’t have the faintest idea what you’re talkin’ about. Will Hunting: Why thank you. Sean Maguire: It’s all right. You’ve never been out of Boston. Will Hunting: Nope. Sean Maguire: So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on [...]
Jill: My joints have been feeling all loose, and lately I’ve been feeling sick a lot. Maybe I’m overtraining; I’m doin’ the marathon, like, ten miles a day, [House looks tired] Jill: but I can’t seem to lose any weight. Dr. Gregory House: Lift up your arms. [she does so] Dr. Gregory House: You have a parasite. Jill: Like a tapeworm or something? Dr. Gregory House: Lie back and lift up your sweater. [she lies back, and still has her hands up] Dr. Gregory House: You can put your arms down. Jill: Can you do anything about it? Dr. Gregory [...]
We’re dicks! We’re reckless, arrogant, stupid dicks. And the Film Actors Guild are pussies. And Kim Jong Il is an asshole. Pussies don’t like dicks, because pussies get fucked by dicks. But dicks also fuck assholes: assholes that just want to shit on everything. Pussies may think they can deal with assholes their way. But the only thing that can fuck an asshole is a dick, with some balls. The problem with dicks is: they fuck too much or fuck when it isn’t appropriate – and it takes a pussy to show them that. But sometimes, pussies can be so [...]
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you’re not around, and the fact that you [...]
„You smell that? Do you smell that? Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn’t find one of ‘em, not one stinkin’ dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like – victory. Someday this war is gonna end.“ Apocalypse Now … „Pussy, pussy, pussy! All pussy must go. At the Titty Twister we’re slashing pussy in half! This is a pussy [...]
„Sorry boys, all the stitches in the world can’t sew me together again. Lay down… lay down. Gonna stretch me out in Fernandez funeral home on Hun and Ninth street. Always knew I’d make a stop there, but a lot later than a whole gang of people thought… Last of the Moh-Ricans… well maybe not the last. Gail’s gonna be a good mom… New improved Carlito Brigante… Hope she uses the money to get out. No room in this city for big hearts like hers… Sorry baby, I tried the best I could, honest… Can’t come with me on this [...]
Harry: I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love you. Sally: What? Harry: I love you. Sally: How do you expect me to respond to this? Harry: How about, ‘You love me too’? Sally: How about, ‘I’m leaving.’ Harry: Doesn’t what I’ve said mean anything to you? Sally: I’m sorry Harry, I know it’s New Year’s Eve, I know you’re feeling lonely, but you can’t just show up here, tell me you love me and expect everything to be all right. It doesn’t work that way. Harry: Well how does it work? Sally: I don’t [...]