Benjamin Button: Along the way you bump into people who make a dent on your life. Some people get struck by lightning. Some are born to sit by a river. Some have an ear for music. Some are artists. Some swim the English Channel. Some know buttons. Some know Shakespeare. Some are mothers. And some people can dance.
Alfredo: Living here day by day, you think it's the center of the world. You believe nothing will ever change. Then you leave: a year, two years. When you come back, everything's changed. The thread's broken. What you came to find isn't there. What was yours is gone. You have to go away for a long time... many years... before you can come back and find your people. The land where you were born. But now, no. It's not possible. Right now you're blinder than I am. Salvatore: Who said that? Gary Cooper? James Stewart? Henry Fonda? Eh? Alfredo: No, Toto. Nobody said it. This time it's all me. Life isn't like in the movies. Life... is much harder.
"It's all just a...random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes...so I take pleasure in the details, you know? A quarter pounder with cheese, those are good...the sky about 10 minutes before it starts to rain... the moment when your laughter becomes a cackle...and I sit back... and smoke my camel straits...and I ride my own melt"
And they wonder why those of us in our twenties refuse to work an eighty hour week. Just so we can afford to buy they're BMW's. Why we aren't interested in the counter-culture that they invented, as if we did not see them disembowell their revolution for a a pair of running shoes. But the question remains, what are we going to do now? How can we repair all the damage we inherited? Fellow graduates, the answer is simple. The answer is.. the answer is.. I don't know.
"What is it that you want from me Lalaina huh? You want me to get a job on the line for the next 20 years till I'm granted leave with my gold plated watch and my balls full of tumors just cause I surrendered the one thing that means shit to me, well honey you can just exhale cause its not gonna happen, not in this lifetime"
Vickie Miner: You don't understand, every day, all day, it's all that I think about, OK? Every time I sneeze, it's like I'm four sneezes away from the hospice. And it's like it's not even happening to me, it's like I'm watching it on some crappy show like Melrose Place or some shit right, and I'm the new character, I'm the HIV AIDS character and I live in the building and I teach everybody that 'It's OK to be near me, it's OK to talk to me.' And then I die. And there's everybody at my funeral wearing halter tops or chokers or some shit like that. Lelaina: Vickie stop, OK? Just stop. You're freaking out. And you know what? You're gonna have to deal with the results, whatever they are, we're gonna have to deal with them just like we've dealt with everything else. Vickie Miner: This isn't like everything else. Lelaina: I know that, alright? But it's gonna be OK, you know? I know it's gonna be OK. Melrose Place is a really good show.
La verdadera desgracia de mi vida es que todos los hombres quieren a Wynona (Lelaina) pero yo siempre quise ser como Janine (Vickie)
When I go to bed at night I do 4 things. I drop my robe, slide under the sheets, turn on my left side and stick out my ass. That's it. That's the signal. I just - I back it right up there because I know when I do, no matter how cold the damn thing is, no matter how difficult it might feel, no matter how desperately we want to kill each other it's gonna be met by this warm body on the other side that's gonna hold it. Two arms that... wrap around, pull me out of my head, quiet the voices, save me from myself... without ever having to ask. Every night, 31 years. Every night there's my ass and every night... he never lets me down. You find your home, and it may not be what you thought - you know; colour's off, style's wrong... but there it is anyway and to hell with you if you can't take a joke.
"I run out of that building and I see... the sky. I see all the things I love in this world. The work, the food, the time to sit and smoke. And I look at this pen and I ask myself, "What the hell am I grabbing this thing for? Why am I trying to become something I don't wanna become when all I want is out there waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am?"
Biff Loman (John Malkovich, excelente en la pelicula)
Dr. Jules Hilbert: Hell Harold, you could just eat nothing but pancakes if you wanted. Harold Crick: What is wrong with you? Hey, I don't want to eat nothing but pancakes, I want to live! I mean, who in their right mind in a choice between pancakes and living chooses pancakes? Dr. Jules Hilbert: Harold, if you pause to think, you'd realize that that answer is inextricably contingent upon the type of life being led... and, of course, the quality of the pancakes.
Harold Crick: Miss Pascal, what you're describing is anarchy. Are you an anarchist? Ana Pascal: You mean, am I a member of... Harold Crick: An anarchist group, yes. Ana Pascal: Anarchists have a group? Harold Crick: I believe so, sure. Ana Pascal: They assemble? Harold Crick: I don't know. Ana Pascal: Wouldn't that completely defeat the purpose?
This is a story about a man named Harold Crick and his wristwatch. Harold Crick was a man of infinite numbers, endless calculations, and remarkably few words. And his wristwatch said even less. Every weekday, for twelve years, Harold would brush each of his thirty-two teeth seventy-six times. Thirty-eight times back and forth, thirty-eight times up and down. Every weekday, for twelve years, Harold would tie his tie in a single Windsor knot instead of the double, thereby saving up to forty-three seconds. His wristwatch thought the single Windsor made his neck look fat, but said nothing.
"As Harold took a bite of Bavarian sugar cookie, he finally felt as if everything was going to be ok. Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know the idea seems strange, but I also know that it just so happens to be true. And, so it was, a wristwatch saved Harold Crick."
Esta es la primera de algunas quotes de Stranger than Fiction que publicaré esta semana. Stay tunned; estan todas muy buenas.
Ike Graham, Richard Gere (¡precioso!) on the perfect proposal y despues una canción.
"Look, I guarantee there'll be tough times. I guarantee that at some point, one or both of us is gonna want to get out of this thing. But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for the rest of my life, because I know, in my heart, you're the only one for me."
¿Les dije ya que Juno rockea y que la tienen que ver ASAP? Si, ya, eh, en serio. Anyway, acá tienen el más que recomensable link para bajarse el soundtrack de la pelicula- top 1 en Billboard, de hecho.
Y para tentarlos, "All I Want Is You", de Barry L Polisar.
Juno MacGuff: I'm losing my faith in humanity. Mac MacGuff: Think you can narrow it down for me? Juno MacGuff: I guess I wonder sometimes if people ever stay together for good. Mac MacGuff: You mean like couples? Juno MacGuff: Yeah, like people in love. Mac MacGuff: Are you having boy troubles? I gotta be honest; I don't much approve of dating in your condition, 'cause well... that's kind of messed up. Juno MacGuff: Dad, no! Mac MacGuff: Well, it's kind of skanky. Isn't that what you girls call it? Skanky? Skeevy? Juno MacGuff: Please stop now. Mac MacGuff: [persisting] Tore up from the floor up? Juno MacGuff: Dad, it's not about that. I just need to know if it's possible for two people to stay happy together forever, or at least for a few years. Mac MacGuff: It's not easy, that's for sure. Now, I may not have the best track record in the world, but I have been with your stepmother for 10 years now and I'm proud to say that we're very happy. [Juno nods] Mac MacGuff: In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with. Juno MacGuff: I sort of already have. Mac MacGuff: Well, of course! You're old D-A-D! You know I'll always be there to love and support you no matter what kind of pickle you're in... Obviously
I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life ... to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Ooh, but I still smell her. [inhales deeply through nose] Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Women! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin' genius. The hair... They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips... and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert. Tits. Hoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don't care if they're Greek columns... or secondhand Steinways. What's between 'em... passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy. Hah! Are you listenin' to me, son? I'm givin' ya pearls here.
Evie Walton: [to Ben] You see an attractive woman, living on her own, you wonder: Is she a roaring lesbian? Answer, no! For your information I was married three times. Once to an actor, once to an English lord and once to a Californian. All work things... My mistake, You on the other hand, might well be gay Ben: I'm not gay! Evie Walton: Not gay apparently.
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