domingo, janeiro 26, 2003
Mais diálogos brilhantes da cachola perturbada do Mr. Guy Ritchie. O filme é "Jogos, Trapaças e Dois Canos Fumegantes" (Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels) e poucas vezes eu ri tanto na minha vida num espaço de duas horas.
Eddie: They're armed.
Soap: Armed, armed with what?
Eddie: Err, bad breath, colorful language, feather duster... what do you think they're gonna be armed with? Guns, you tit!
Plank: Ah! They shot me!
Dog: Well, shoot em back!
(...)
John: Jesus, Plank, couldn't you have got smokeless cartridges? I can't see a bloody thi-- Ah! I've been shot!
Dog: Look, will everyone stop gettin' shot?
Gary: Shotguns? What, like guns that fire shot?
Barry the Baptist: Oh, you must be the brains of the operation. Yes, guns that fire shot.
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Viviane at 11:22:00 PM
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