Etikettarkiv: Drama

Mitt liv som hund

Mitt liv som hund

Ingemar: In fact, I've been kinda lucky. I mean, compared to others. You have to compare, so you can get a little distance from things. Like Laika. She really must have seen things in perspective. It's important to keep a certain distance. I think about that guy who tried to set a world record for jumping over buses with a motorcycle. He lined up 31 buses. If he'd left it at 30, maybe he would have survived.

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The Fighter

The Fighter

Dickie Eklund: Are you like me? Huh? Was this good enough to fight Sugar Ray? Never had to win, did I? You gotta do more in there. You gotta win a title. For you, for me, for Lowell. This is your time, all right? You take it. I had my time and I blew it. You don't have to. All right? You fuckin' get out there, and use all the shit that you've been through, all that fuckin' hell, all the shit we've gone through over the fuckin' years, and you put it in that ring right now. This is yours. This is fuckin' yours.

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Boiling Point

Boiling Point

Carly: We are working our fucking asses off here. You know what? Andy. I just, I am sick to the back teeth of your fuck-ups being blamed on us. Look how hard everyone's working here. Look how hard everyone is working to earn you money. But you keep… You just haven't got a fucking clue. We're run off our asses here because you overbooked, but you're so fucking stupid that you don't even know that you've done it, do you? Do you realise that you've overbooked? No? No? And on top of that, she's asking us to go off menu to cook fucking steak for some bullshit influencers. And you haven't put the allergies on the system so we're having to refer to your scrawny, hand-written fucking note all night. Do you know how much pressure we're under? You know, maybe, maybe, maybe. Okay. Maybe if you spent half as much time learning how to run a restaurant instead of whoring your arse on social media like a budget fucking Kardashian, then we won't be so much in the shit that we are now. You talk to us all like we are the dirt on the bottom of your fucking shoe. Well, I'll tell you something, love, I've had enough of it. I do not fucking like you. They don't like you. Nobody likes you. And this job is not worth it. I do not get paid enough to deal with this shit.

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