Mánudagur 9 Júní

Hér eru eftirminnilegustu setingar sem ég hef séð og heyrt í bíómyndum:

-Happiness. Andy fúll vegna þess að Joy er að segja honum upp:

"You think I don't appreciate art? You think I don't understand fashion? You think I'm not hip? You think I'm pathetic? A nerd? A lard-ass fat-so? You think I'm shit? Well, you're wrong, 'cause i'm champagne, and you're shit. Until the day you die, you, not me, will always be shit."

The Big Lebowski. Dúdinn inni á löggustöðinni á Malibu.

"Jackie Treehorn treats objects like women, man."

...og viðureign hans við Níhílistana:

Nihilist: We believe in nothing, Lebowski. Nothing. And tomorrow we come back and we cut off your chonson.
The Dude: Excuse me?
Nihilist: I said
[shouting]
Nihilist: "We'll cut off your johnson"!
Nihilist: Just you think about that, Lebowski.
Nihilist: Yeah, your wiggly penis, Lebowski.
Nihilist: Yeah and maybe we stomp on it and squoosh it, Lebowski.

Harold and Maude (besta mynd í heimi). Hér sitja þau í kirkjugarðinum sem maður sér oft í myndum (c.a. 100.000 hvítir krossar) og skoða baldursbrár. Þegar hún segir *this* þá bendir hún á blómin og *that* þá bendir hún á krossana.

Maude: What kind of flower would you like to be?
Harold: I don't know. One of these, maybe.
Maude: Why do you say that?
Harold: Because they're all alike.
Maude: Oh, but they're NOT! Look. See, some are smaller; some are fatter; some grow to the left, some to the right; some even have lost some petals. All kinds of observable differences! You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world's sorrow comes from people who are *this*, yet allow themselves to be treated as *that*.

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Luisa: You have to make the clitoris your best friend.
Tenoch: What kind of friend is always hiding?