martes, 30 de marzo de 2010

Mrs. Fox


If what I think is happening is happening, it better not be.

lunes, 29 de marzo de 2010

The Bar


I know what's going on. We got a bunch of fucking vampires out there, trying to get in here and suck our fucking blood. And that's it. Plain and simple. I don't want to hear anything about "I don't believe in vampires", because I don't fucking believe in vampires, but I believe in my own two eyes, and what I saw, is fucking vampires. Now, do we all agree that what we are dealing with is vampires?

domingo, 21 de marzo de 2010

The Mirror


You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talking... you talking to me? Well I'm the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? Oh yeah? OK.

viernes, 19 de marzo de 2010

Mitzuko & Jun


- Jun, why do you only take pictures of the rooms we stay in and never what we see outside while we travel?
- Those other things are in my memory. The hotel rooms and the airports are the things I'll forget.

Roberto


I scream. You scream. We all scream. For ice cream.

lunes, 15 de marzo de 2010

Pop Music


Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?

Women Now


Hey, yeah, uh, I'm just calling to procure a hasty abortion. What? - Can you just hold on for a second, I'm on my hamburger phone.

domingo, 14 de marzo de 2010

New Year's Eve


And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

sábado, 13 de marzo de 2010

Jack Rabbit Slim


- Don't you hate that?
- What?
- Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
- I don't konw. That's a good question.
- That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

Andy's party


- We've met before, haven't we.
- I don't think so. Where was it you think we met?
- At your house. Don't your remember?
- No. No, I don't. Are you sure?
- Of course. As a matter of fact, I'm there right now.
- What do you mean? You're where right now?
- At your house.
- That's fucking crazy, man.
- Call me. Dial your number. Go ahead.

viernes, 12 de marzo de 2010

Italian Vogue


Okay, but if anyone tears out any sheets that I want, you gotta make color Xerox copies of those pages, and I'm not talkin' fuckin' Kinko's here either. You take it to the art department and have them do it fucking right.

Rosebud


No, I don't think so; no. Mr. Kane was a man who got everything he wanted and then lost it. Maybe Rosebud was something he couldn't get, or something he lost. Anyway, it wouldn't have explained anything... I don't think any word can explain a man's life. No, I guess Rosebud is just a... piece in a jigsaw puzzle... a missing piece.