& David Bronstein, The Trotsky's Dad: You're cheerleading? For what? For your brother being psychotic?
& Leon: Fascist.
Achmed: What did you say?
Leon: Uh, fascist. He's a fascist. What is he?
Achmed: Fascist.
Leon: Thank you.
& David Bronstein: Uh, Leon... I wonder if I could trouble you. I'm sorry to interrupt. Do you mind just giving me just a couple of minutes of your time up in the office to discuss something?
& Leon: You exploit your employees.
David: How? By employing them?
Leon: By running a business without any standardized labour laws in place. You, David, are acting as an agent of sabotage against all working people across the globe.
David: Sabotage? You wanna talk sabotage? What do you call talking my guys into missing a shipping deadline!
Leon: Progress.
David: You know what? I am not responsible for workers in the world everywhere. I am responsible for keeping this company in profit!
Leon: So this is how it happens...
David: How what happens?
Leon: How it ends between you and me, landowner!
David: What?! Land... Landowner? I lease the land! I don't know what you're talking about!
& Anne Bronstein, Leon's stepmother: I want you to take this.
Leon: I... I told you!
Anne: It's not Daddy's! It's mine. You're my only stepson that I love. And it's gonna kill me if I think that you're sleeping in a shelter with homeless people peeing on you.
Leon: Homeless people peeing on me?!?!
Anne: Yeah.
Leon: Jesus. Yeah, OK, Ma.
& Leon: You see, ever since I first heard about him, when I was a little boy, and then as I got older, I swear to you more and more things started making sense. And now, this... This whole... This is... What I'm about to say to you, I've never said aloud, aside from when I'm pretending that Gourevitch is interviewing me for The Paris Review. Uh... So, uh... I'm the reincarnation of Leon Trotsky. Uh, and you and I are gonna get married.
& David: Listen, you want to be just like him? I'm gonna make it really easy for you. This coming fall, you, Leon, just like this Leon, will be going to public school. {...}
Leon: I'm, uh... It's a good idea. It's... it's gonna be good for me. I... I love public stuff. This is public school. With all the public people.
& Tony: It's not a union. That's just the name.
Leon: All right, well, uh, what sort of legislative powers do you guys have as a council?
Nadza: Uh, none.
Tony: Uh, the power to organize a dance. You want to help?
& Leon 2 Alexandra: How heartbroken will Julian be when you break up with him for me?
& Leon: Are you my Stalin, Dwight?
& Leon: What... what time does your Ph. D. party finish?
Alexandra: Late. What is wrong with you?
Leon: I'm Trotsky. Uh, how late is late?
Alexandra: Um, we're not seeing each other tomorrow night, so...
Leon: But tomorrow is our anniversary.
Alexandra: Mmm, we don't have an anniversary.
Leon: Yes, we do. It's a week tomorrow that we first met.
& Laura: Remember that kid I was tutoring?..
Alexandra: You didn't! Timmy?!
Laura: I did.
Alexandra: How am I only hearing about this now, whore? What was it like?
Laura: Uh, well, let's put it this way. They fuck you very quickly but a lot.
The Stills - Don't Talk Down
& Dwight: Leon? A girl dressed as Ayn Rand just told me that you threw her out.
Leon: Yeah.
Dwight: And? Why?
Leon: This is a fascist-free zone, Dwight.
12 янв. 2011 г.
Евгений Гришковец — Ангина
“«Я, да будет вам известно, Фукакуса, смиренный житель столицы», — такими словами начиналась то ли повесть, то ли новелла, то ли рассказ. ...
& Японцы! Что с них возьмёшь?! У них что имена, что фамилии, что названия – не разберешь.
& В тот раз он не заметил, как болезнь подкралась, проскользнула в его организм и на какое-то время воцарилась в нём, изменив все ощущения, всю систему восприятия мира и собственной его жизни. Обычно об был бдителен. Обычно он внимательно прислушивался к себе и улавливал самые первые признаки любой простуды или другой хвори. Улавливал и наносил упреждающий удар при помощи проверенных и верных средств. Он верил в таблетки, микстуры, и указания врачей. Поэтому они ему помогали. А вот болеть он сильно не любил и не умел. Ему трудно давалось осознание присутствия в организме какого-нибудь гадкого вируса.
& Он всегда старался принять возможные профилактические меры или, заподозрив в себе даже самые малые признаки насморка или кашля, тут же обрушить на них всю силу известной ему фармацевтики. Он не хотел болеть! Он любил быть в хорошей форме. Ему нравилось чувствовать себя чистым, опрятным, выспавшимся и эффективным. Ему нравилось в это играть. Он полагал, и не безосновательно, себя неглупым человеком. Он понимал, что игра в эффективность – это игра. Но ему очень нравилось выигрывать.
& И вот он последние пять лет посещал разные эти филиалы, проводя тренинги и обучая местный персонал всё новым и новым методам работы с клиентами, да и вообще работы.
Чаще всего ему приходилось встречаться и работать с людьми, которые были его старше и были убеждены в своих глубоких знаниях о том, как надо работать в местных условиях. Люди на местах почти всегда демонстрировали уверенность в том, что их город и их жизнь имеют уникальную специфику и демонстрировали своё пренебрежение к любым новым для них и чужеродным, по их мнению, московским новшествам.
& Потом ему понравилось носить белые рубашки, и то, что к вечеру манжеты рубашек остаются чистыми, потому что в Банке всегда чисто и даже красиво. Ему понравилось его рабочее место и ощущение себя на месте. Впоследствии его рабочее место менялось, но ощущение себя на месте только укреплялось.
& Развод, как Андрей не пытался, вышел не цивилизованный, совсем не современный и отнюдь не столичный. Было много крика, брани, нервов, истерик, хлопанья дверьми и прочих ужасов. Самому ему, не взирая на изученную психологию, нечем было гордиться во всём этом процессе. Наоборот, он часто, даже осознавая всю пошлость, глупость ситуации и своего поведения не мог удержаться от этих глупости и пошлости.
& Осознав в себе болезнь, он стал больным совершенно.
& Текст для чтения был сложный, порядок слов в предложении диковинный и витиеватый. Быстро, как он привык, читать его не получалось. Андрей понял, что прежде не читал такой японской литературы. {...}
Фукакуса шёл куда-то. Андрей читал, постоянно спотыкался о многочисленные и трудные даже для внутреннего и безмолвного произношения названия каких-то японских провинций, дорог, деревень, городов, имена людей, рек, династий, горных вершин и перевалов. Всё имело свои названия, всё было важно какому-то давнему японскому автору. Андрей читал и читал, понимая, что читает слова, эти слова звучат в его голове, он слышит их, но в некий смысл они не складываются. И это ему тоже понравилось.
Понятно было только, что Фукакуса путник, но куда он шёл и зачем Андрей теперь не мог вспомнить, а точнее, тогда, когда читал не очень-то и понимал. Правда, Андрея удивляло то, что повествование создавало ощущение бесконечно долгого путешествия. При этом, он прекрасно помнил, как Япония выглядит на географической карте, и что по этим островам особо не попутешествуешь. Да и как можно всерьёз относиться к путешествию по Японии, когда летишь из Хабаровска в Москву?
& Андрей много раз слышал от друзей и подруг, мол, хорошо было бы сбежать от всего-всего, сидеть у камина и кутаться в плед. Некое желанное спокойствие для них, да и для Андрея в том числе, ассоциировалось со словом плед. Как только заходил разговор об отдыхе, комфортном безделье, о чём-то прямо противоположном суете столичного бытия, которое принято было ругать и на которое сетовали чаще всего, как тут же кто-нибудь говорил слово «плед». Не было более типичного и расхожего образа спокойствия и тихого счастья.
Андрей подумал об этом, представил себя и каких-то своих друзей в креслах и пледах, попытался прикинуть, сколько они и он смогут так просидеть, хоть у камина, хоть у печки, и усмехнулся.
& Андрею вдруг так захотелось немедленно взять градусник, вставить его под мышку и узнать, какая у него температура. То, что температура высокая, он не сомневался. Но вот какая? Ему захотелось это узнать. В самом градуснике уже было какое-то лечение, какое-то начало избавления от недуга. Что-то хорошее было в нём. Ему остро захотелось домой, к маме, которая конечно лучше всех знает, как надо его, Андрея, лечить.
& Как часто в моменты усталости, замотанности, когда нужно было делать сразу много дел, {...} Андрей думал, что ему хотелось бы поболеть. То есть, иметь для всех и для себя самого вполне уважительную причину ничего не делать, а лежать дома в постели или на диване, смотреть телевизор, слушать музыку или читать. Но чтобы, при этом, болело только горло, да и не то, чтобы болело, а просто побаливало, и не более того.
То есть так болеть, как удавалось болеть только в школьные годы, когда воспалённое горло и повышенная температура избавляли его от необходимости ходить в школу. А необходимости туда ходить Андрей никогда не видел.
Теперь же никакая болезнь не избавляла его от беспокойств и обязанностей. Любая простуда даже такая, какая позволяла не ходить в Банк на работу только усложняла его жизнь. Приходилось много о чём-то договариваться и передоговариваться по телефону, кого-то о чём-то просить, много извиняться, что-то контролировать на расстоянии. А значит, лучше было не болеть вовсе. А когда ему казалось, что ему хочется похворать, на самом деле ему хотелось просто тишины, лени, безответственного безделья и того, что называется безмятежностью.
& Он смотрел в книгу и понимал, что его никто, нигде и никогда не ждал так, как ему хотелось.
& … Обычно в такой момент в фильмах с такими сценами звучала соответствующая музыка, и Андрей смахивал слезу, стараясь делать это незаметно и ругая себя за сентиментальность.
Это мог быть не только солдат, но и моряк, или всадник, да хоть античный воин со щитом за плечами, который шёл по пыльной дороге к той, которая всегда на эту дорогу смотрит.
& Он вернулся к финальным строкам той истории, которую читал, и пробежал их глазами. Самые последние были такие: «С шатких досок моста я снова вступил на дорогу. О, как столица от нас далека!»
...— Чего? — спросил таксист, но, не дождавшись ответа, добавил: — Быстро доедем...”
(in toto)
11 янв. 2011 г.
Skins 1x2
Cassie
Season 1, Episode 2
& Anwar: I'm trying to pray to my god here, Cass.
Cassie: Oh... wow... Is he listening?
Anwar: I hope not. Otherwise he knows about all those pills I necked last night.
Cassie: Sing more quietly.
Anwar: Yup... Allahu Akbar.
& — 880 grams each.
Cassie: Neat*.
— That's over one-and-a-half kilos, right?
Cassie: 1,760.
— Sorted.
& Cassie: Oh, it was fun. Throwing all that food around. Just like, throwing it everywhere. Wow. Wow!
& Sid: How do you do it?
Cassie: What?
Sid: Come on, Cass. I mean you never eat anything. Your parents must notice or something.
Cassie: I dunno. I like you, Sid.
Sid: Oh... OK.
Cassie: So I'm going to show you. You have to do a lot of talking. I'm good at talking. You do that while you're cutting things up a lot. Then, questions. Where's your Student Card?
Sid: Sorry?
& Cassie: ... There you go. Job done.
Sid: That's impressive.
Cassie: Cheers.
Sid: But aren't you kind of, you know... lying to everyone?
Cassie: I'm so better. I got discharged from the clinic.
Sid: Seems a bit fucked up*.
Cassie: What?
Sid: I said just seems a bit fucked up, that's all.
Cassie: Oh, wow. But you see... It's like nobody's fucking business. And it's not exactly like anybody cares, so...
Sid: I care.
& Tony: Don't you ever wash?
Sid: That's like lipstick.
Tony: Yeah, man, the essence of woman. Well, one at least.
& Sid: I didn't have time.
Tony: Time? I've been home, showered, done my Chi, had a wank,
subtly undermined my dad, put new clothes on and here I am. With my English coursework.
Sid: English coursework. Oh, fuck!
Tony: Sometimes I wonder why you even bother to get up in the morning. You're such a complete fucking waste of time and... Ahh, shit!
Cassie: Wow, Tony. Bummer*. It looks like you pissed yourself.
& Angie: Tony! This is a room for female staff.
Tony: Yeah. The drier's broken in ours...
Sid: Ah, there you are. Jesus, we're in trouble! That crazy fucking dealer found us, Tony. Hi, Angie. We gotta do something. I mean, you could talk to him and... Oh, fuck!
Chris: Oh, you wankers. That was well funny, man. But someone's gonna have to apologize cos Kenneth's crying now so... Oh, Jesus Christ, Holy Mary, Mother of God! That's Angie! Don't look! Get out!
Angie: For fuck's sake! Fuck off! ... You still got it.
& Angie: You shouldn't go into the staff showers, Sid!
Sid: I know, I know. It was a crisis.
Angie: Well, it's just a bit embarrassing that's all. Actually, I'm pretty confident about my body...
Sid: No, I'm having a crisis.
Angie: Oh. Well, sometimes adult bodies can be a little overwhelming.
Sid: Oh, for Christ's sake, Angie, I don't care about your tits! I'm in deep, deep, deep shit.
& Angie: Well look, when it comes to debt, the best thing to do is to face up to it before it gets out of hand. All you have to do is go to the person you owe money to and calmly ask them to reschedule the payments.
Sid: Reschedule payments? So that's one ball now and then the balance next week.
Angie: Believe me, Sid, I'm a responsible adult.
Sid: I know. OK?
Angie: Now what was it, a phone or something?
Sid: Actually, Angie, it was three ounces of prime hydroponic skunk.
Angie: Shit!
Sid: Yeah, shit.
Angie: Go to the police?
Sid: They'll arrest me.
Angie: Give it back?
Sid: I lost it in the harbor.
Angie: Keep your head down?
Sid: He's got my student ID card.
Angie: Right. Right. OK.
Sid: Basically, I'm fucked, aren't I?
Angie: Yep.
Sid: Well, thanks, Angie, I feel a lot better now, yeah.
Angie: Look, give me a moment. I'm sure I can come up with something... No, sorry. Chris!
Chris: Mm-hm.
Angie: You've come to apologize, right?
Chris: Huh?
Angie: To say sorry.
Chris: Oh, yes. Erm, yes, I'm sorry. Sorry I saw your boobs. Sorry I saw your bum. Erm, sorry I saw your...
Angie: Apology accepted, Chris.
& Cassie: Sid. Are you OK?
Sid: Bit fucked up as it goes.
-- Dict:
Neat — четко; точно; отлично
fucked up = damaged in some way.
Bummer — неприятное происшествие; разочарование; лодырь
+ on Imdb.
_ У-жос.
Dinner for Schmucks (2/2)
Beginning
& Barry: Hey, Tim? The first night alone is always the hardest. I can sleep in there with you if you want.
Tim: No, thank you.
Barry: Hey, just don't think about the fact that you can't sleep.
Because then you're sunk. Then you just start thinking, "What's going on?", your mind starts reeling*. "Where's Julie? Oh, she's with Kieran. Is he a better lover than I am? Yes, he is." Don't think about that. Get those thoughts out of your head.
& Barry: Tim? Tim! Tim! Hi, Tim? We switched phones. I need to talk to you. Julie has to go to that brunch! OK. ... Hi, Tim, me again. I just realized you can't get my messages. My password is P-A-S-S-W-O-R-D. OK. ... Oh, God! You can't get that message, either! Why am I...?!
& Darla: I don't think you're a very nice person, Tim. Just stay out of my life. And I'm keeping the ring.
Barry: I think that was really good for her.
& Tim: Julie, there's something I need to tell you...
Barry: Kieran has gonorrhea!
Kieran: No, I don't.
Barry: You might.
Kieran: I don't.
Barry: Well, she does. She has gonorrhea.
Tim: What?!
Barry: Don't sleep with her!
Tim: She doesn't.
Barry: Are you sure?
Tim: Yes.
Barry: Because you can get it from riding the bus.
Tim: No, you can't.
Barry: Yes, you can, Tim. That's how my wife got it.
Tim: Barry, no one here has gonorrhea.
Barry: I do. I have gonorrhea. I got gonorrhea from my wife, who got it from a bus seat. And no one should sleep with me.
& Kieran: The thing about a goat is, it never denies itself what it's hungry for. A goat will eat anything.
Barry: A goat could probably eat a bike?
Kieran: A goat could eat itself, if it was driven to it. I'm just a goat... who's halfway through eating itself.
Barry: Just to be clear, what exactly are we talking about?
Kieran: Everything.
& Fender: Are you enjoying this?
Müeller: Yes. Such a pleasure to laugh at the misfortune of others.
& Barry: ... So dare to dream. Dream your wildest dreams. You can climb the highest mountain. You can drown in a teacup, if you find a big enough teacup. And if somebody tells you that you can't do something, you say, "Yes, I can. 'Cause I'm doing it right now!"
& Caldwell: Therman was telling me about some of his techniques for mind control, and I gotta say, I was pretty blown away.
Therman: Yes. The brain has pressure points, just like any other muscle. Apply those pressure points, and the brain will obey your every command.
& Therman: Barry. Look into my eyes, Barry. Barry! Where is your wife, Barry?.. Tell us. Where is she?.. Come on, Barry, tell us.
Barry: Your house?
Therman: Yes! And, tell us, Barry... why did your wife leave you?.. Spit it out of your mouth.
Barry: No.
Therman: Say it!
Barry: No.
Therman: Say it, boy!
Barry: I lost her clitoris.
Therman: That's right.
Robin: You lost her clitoris?
Barry: She got mad because I couldn't find it. Well, you know... I said, "it's probably in your purse," because nine times out of ten when she loses something, that's where they end up.
Robin: Barry, do you even know what that is?
Barry: I don't know what half the stuff in her purse is.
& Tim: If it's any consolation, Therman will probably win first prize.
Barry: He'll have that, too. And he'll be able to lord it over me for the rest of my life.
Tim: Barry, first prize is the biggest idiot.
Barry: I know. That guy beats me at everything. He just...
& Barry: I'm going to go lay eggs in his brain.
& Barry: He slept with Martha at my house! I was under the bed the whole time. What an idiot!
& Müeller: This has become a fiasco!
Barry: Wait a second... the Swedish guy who thinks he's a German! He's an idiot, too! Müeller!
& Müeller: It is my wife's favorite finger! Please get it back now!
& Barry: Julie, I will handle this.
Barry: Kieran... since the dawn of ancient times, men and women have striven to find the perfect mate. And, once in a while, a couple will meet and spark a passion that is so powerful, a thousand armies could not pull them apart. That is what you have with Julie. But Tim got there first. And if Julie leaves, it will kill him. People can die of broken hearts. I know. It almost happened to me. And because of that... you may see Julie no more. You may talk to Julie no more. You may look upon Julie's face... no more.
Julie: OK, but we work together, so...
Barry: What part of "no more" do you not understand?
& Barry: Au revoir, Kieran. Be kind to your birds and your goats!
-- Dict:
reeling — шатающийся
+ on Imdb.
_ Смишно. Местами — даже очень.
& Barry: Hey, Tim? The first night alone is always the hardest. I can sleep in there with you if you want.
Tim: No, thank you.
Barry: Hey, just don't think about the fact that you can't sleep.
Because then you're sunk. Then you just start thinking, "What's going on?", your mind starts reeling*. "Where's Julie? Oh, she's with Kieran. Is he a better lover than I am? Yes, he is." Don't think about that. Get those thoughts out of your head.
& Barry: Tim? Tim! Tim! Hi, Tim? We switched phones. I need to talk to you. Julie has to go to that brunch! OK. ... Hi, Tim, me again. I just realized you can't get my messages. My password is P-A-S-S-W-O-R-D. OK. ... Oh, God! You can't get that message, either! Why am I...?!
& Darla: I don't think you're a very nice person, Tim. Just stay out of my life. And I'm keeping the ring.
Barry: I think that was really good for her.
& Tim: Julie, there's something I need to tell you...
Barry: Kieran has gonorrhea!
Kieran: No, I don't.
Barry: You might.
Kieran: I don't.
Barry: Well, she does. She has gonorrhea.
Tim: What?!
Barry: Don't sleep with her!
Tim: She doesn't.
Barry: Are you sure?
Tim: Yes.
Barry: Because you can get it from riding the bus.
Tim: No, you can't.
Barry: Yes, you can, Tim. That's how my wife got it.
Tim: Barry, no one here has gonorrhea.
Barry: I do. I have gonorrhea. I got gonorrhea from my wife, who got it from a bus seat. And no one should sleep with me.
& Kieran: The thing about a goat is, it never denies itself what it's hungry for. A goat will eat anything.
Barry: A goat could probably eat a bike?
Kieran: A goat could eat itself, if it was driven to it. I'm just a goat... who's halfway through eating itself.
Barry: Just to be clear, what exactly are we talking about?
Kieran: Everything.
& Fender: Are you enjoying this?
Müeller: Yes. Such a pleasure to laugh at the misfortune of others.
& Barry: ... So dare to dream. Dream your wildest dreams. You can climb the highest mountain. You can drown in a teacup, if you find a big enough teacup. And if somebody tells you that you can't do something, you say, "Yes, I can. 'Cause I'm doing it right now!"
& Caldwell: Therman was telling me about some of his techniques for mind control, and I gotta say, I was pretty blown away.
Therman: Yes. The brain has pressure points, just like any other muscle. Apply those pressure points, and the brain will obey your every command.
& Therman: Barry. Look into my eyes, Barry. Barry! Where is your wife, Barry?.. Tell us. Where is she?.. Come on, Barry, tell us.
Barry: Your house?
Therman: Yes! And, tell us, Barry... why did your wife leave you?.. Spit it out of your mouth.
Barry: No.
Therman: Say it!
Barry: No.
Therman: Say it, boy!
Barry: I lost her clitoris.
Therman: That's right.
Robin: You lost her clitoris?
Barry: She got mad because I couldn't find it. Well, you know... I said, "it's probably in your purse," because nine times out of ten when she loses something, that's where they end up.
Robin: Barry, do you even know what that is?
Barry: I don't know what half the stuff in her purse is.
& Tim: If it's any consolation, Therman will probably win first prize.
Barry: He'll have that, too. And he'll be able to lord it over me for the rest of my life.
Tim: Barry, first prize is the biggest idiot.
Barry: I know. That guy beats me at everything. He just...
& Barry: I'm going to go lay eggs in his brain.
& Barry: He slept with Martha at my house! I was under the bed the whole time. What an idiot!
& Müeller: This has become a fiasco!
Barry: Wait a second... the Swedish guy who thinks he's a German! He's an idiot, too! Müeller!
& Müeller: It is my wife's favorite finger! Please get it back now!
& Barry: Julie, I will handle this.
Barry: Kieran... since the dawn of ancient times, men and women have striven to find the perfect mate. And, once in a while, a couple will meet and spark a passion that is so powerful, a thousand armies could not pull them apart. That is what you have with Julie. But Tim got there first. And if Julie leaves, it will kill him. People can die of broken hearts. I know. It almost happened to me. And because of that... you may see Julie no more. You may talk to Julie no more. You may look upon Julie's face... no more.
Julie: OK, but we work together, so...
Barry: What part of "no more" do you not understand?
& Barry: Au revoir, Kieran. Be kind to your birds and your goats!
-- Dict:
reeling — шатающийся
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_ Смишно. Местами — даже очень.
10 янв. 2011 г.
The Big Bang Theory 4x12
The Bus Pants Utilization
Season 4, Episode 12
& Howard: Ma, Ma, calm down. Listen to me... I know it says 'click with the mouse', but on a laptop, the trackpad is the mouse. Now, put your finger on it. ... Doesn't matter which finger! ... Good choice. Now move it down to your e-mail icon. ... Yeah, the little envelope. What do you mean, "What does it look like?" It looks like an envelope! ... Fine, you don't like the computer, don't use it! ... Sure, we can exchange it for a salad spinner. Good-bye!
Raj: That's a Hanukkah present you're regretting, huh?
Sheldon: I won't say that all senior citizens who can't master technology should be publicly flogged*, but if we made an example of one or two, it might give the others incentive to try harder.
& Leonard: I had a great idea. You know how we're always having to stop and solve differential equations, like when you're doing Fourier analysis, or using the Schrodinger equation?..
Sheldon: Howard doesn't. He's only an engineer.
& Leonard: I checked the App Store. No one is doing handwriting-recognition differential equation solving.
Sheldon: Oh, dear Lord, shush.
Leonard: What?
Sheldon: You have so few good ideas, Leonard. And you're just going to spill the beans in front of an outsider? ...........
Penny: Who, me?
Howard: Sheldon, I don't think Penny cares about handwriting-recognition based differential...
Sheldon: The stars at night are big and bright
Deep in the heart of Texas...
& Sheldon: All right, I've taken the liberty of drafting these workflow charts
which outline our various duties and the path we will follow as we develop our ground-breaking new app.
Raj: Hey, why am I in charge of phone support? Seems a bit racist.
Sheldon: A customer service representative with an Indian accent will create the impression we're a vast enterprise that uses overseas call centers.
Raj: Oh. Very clever. But still racist.
Sheldon: Duly* noted, Steve from Wichita.
& Howard: Why am I listed as your executive assistant?
Sheldon: Because the word "secretary" has fallen into disrepute. FYI, my mother's birthday is coming up. I'm going to need you to pick up a present.
& Leonard: Okay, we need to stop for a minute. ... Sheldon, you're not in charge. It's my idea. I'm in charge.
Sheldon: Oh, of course you are. Look at the organizational chart.
You're clearly listed as founder.
Leonard: Well, yes, and you're listed as Chief Executive Officer, Chief Financial Officer and Chief Operating Officer.
Sheldon: You missed Chief Science Officer, Chairman of the Board, and Head of the Secret Santa Committee.
& Leonard: I am in charge of this project!
Raj: Ooh. Leonard's going all alpha nerd on Sheldon's ass...
& Sheldon: All right. All right, I'm not going to argue with you. Sheldon Cooper is nothing if not a team player. Dr. Hofstadter, you have the conn.
Leonard: Thank you. I thought we might start by talking about the user interface.
Sheldon: Oh, dear Lord, we're doomed.
& Sheldon: Good one, boss.
What?
Sheldon: This diagram. I assume you were opening with a joke. It certainly buoyed up* this employee's esprit de corps.
Leonard: It's not a joke. It's the real design!
Sheldon: In that case, may I offer 27 little tweaks to make it slightly less embarrassing?
Leonard: Sheldon, I think this will work. Let's just try it my way.
Sheldon: Oh, I'm-I'm sorry. I assumed that you wanted candid* truth-telling from your employees, but I realize now, you want the mindless nattering* of complacent* yes-men.
Leonard: Are you done?
Sheldon: If you say so, boss.
& Howard: ... So right now, this button-press event is just triggering a dummy procedure call...
Sheldon: How about this for the app name? The Surprisingly Helpful Equation-Linked Differential Optimized Numerator.
Raj: So it spells "Sheldon."
Sheldon: Does it? A happy accident.
& Sheldon: If we're not going to give it a name, can we at least give it a secret code designation? {...} The atomic bomb was The Manhattan Project. Windows 95 was originally Project Chicago. For our app, I would humbly suggest Project Nodlehs.
Leonard: That's just "Sheldon" backwards.
Sheldon: Another happy accident.
Sheldon: All right, I suppose I'll go put on my bus pants.
Leonard: What the hell are bus pants?
Sheldon: They are pants one wears over one's regular pants when one sits on bus seats that other people have previously sat on.
& Raj: Mm. Last night, I had a dream we got so rich from the app, you and I bought matching side-by-side mansions. But... there was a secret tunnel connecting your front yard to my back yard. What do you think that means?...
Howard: It means after we play handball, I'm showering at home.
& Penny: Sheldon, I'm gonna make some cocoa. Do you want some?
Sheldon: Do you make it with milk or water?
Penny: Milk.
Sheldon: Real cocoa?
Penny: That's what it says on the packet.
Sheldon: Do you have those little marshmallows?
Penny: No, sorry.
Sheldon: Well, I suppose it's appropriate.
Penny: What does that mean?
Sheldon: A disappointing drink for a disappointing day.
& Raj: Hey, look at this. 20 people from the university have already signed up for our private beta.
Leonard: I'm telling you, the Lenwoloppali Differential Equation Scanner meets a real need. We've got a hit.
Raj: What do you think we should sell it for?
Howard: Well, based on the fact that our potential market is about 70 or 80 guys, and you want a submarine... I'd say about a million dollars a pop.
Raj: Well, what if we put out a lite version for half a million? You know, get the word of mouth going.
& Penny: What if I got Sheldon to apologize and promise to behave?
Leonard: Then I guess we would let him back on the app team, and while we're doing that, you could take an aerial tour of L.A. on your flying pig.
Penny: Okay. Wait right here.
& Penny: Okay. Um... How about this? You know how you're always trying to learn about sarcasm?
Sheldon: No.
Penny: No?
Sheldon: I was being sarcastic.
Penny: Oooh. Good for you! So all you have to do here is say you're sorry to Leonard, but say it sarcastically.
& Leonard: ... Okay, now that you're back on the team, let's get you caught up...
Sheldon: Before you begin, let me say again how deeply sorry I am for my earlier behavior and how much I respect and admire your leadership.
Leonard: Thank you.
Sheldon: ........ O_O
& Leonard: So as you can see, not only can you store your favorite equations, but you can forward them to your friends or post them on Facebook right from the app.
& Penny: Okay, these are Uggs. These are Crocs. These are knockoff* Manolo Blahniks.
Sheldon: Booored.
Penny: Look, you said it yourself, we have to create a database before you can write an alga-thingy.
Sheldon: Algorithm. You see, Penny, Alan Turing defined an algorithm...
Penny: Booored. Okay. These are Steve Maddens. .........
--- Dict:
flog — пороть; сечь
Duly — должным образом; в надлежащем порядке
buoyed up — поднятый на поверхность
candid — искренний; прямой; чистосердечный
nattering — лестное
complacent — самодовольный; благодушный
knockoff — подделка
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Dinner for Schmucks (1/2)
& Susana: At least Jacobson made it up on the seventh floor. It smells like cabbage on this floor.
Tim: That's the smell of dead dreams.
Susana: I go to the club at night and people are like, "Hey, who's wearing the coleslaw*?" Do you know how hard it is to get laid when you smell like coleslaw?.. Not hard, but still...
& Fender: I host a dinner once a month. Next one's on Saturday. And it's top secret. You can't tell anyone.
Tim: What are we talking about here? Orgy? Is it a human sacrifice of some kind?
Fender: We're... collectors. I'll let the guys fill you in.
Caldwell: Some people collect vintage automobiles. Some people collect fine wines. Fender collects people.
& Julia: Kieran, you remember Tim?
Kieran: The stockbroker.
Tim: No. No. I work for a private equity firm that specializes in distressed assets.
Kieran: So kind of a stockbroker.
Tim: Almost nothing like a stockbroker.
Kieran: Do you mind if I just call you stockbroker? It's the way I remember people. You're stockbroker Tim.
& Kieran: Do you have any idea what it's like to be up to your elbow... in a zebra's vagina? And feel life? New life, fresh life.
Tim: No, I don't.
Kieran: You should try it, Tim. It's magical.
& Kieran: What does it make you think of?
Tim: I guess it kind of makes me... think of your penis.
Kieran: Then you get it. Julie gets it.
& Tim: I hope those aren't for your lawyer.
Barry: No. I would rather not have lawyers get involved.
Tim: All right, I get it. You said you were fine, but... What would it take to keep the lawyers out?
Barry: ... Five?.. Five dollars.
& Barry: Well, it's a hobby. I like to think that... I'm sort of giving them a second chance, you know? In the words of John Lennon, "You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not."
Tim: "The only one."
Barry: The only what?
Tim: No, that's the lyric. "You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one."
& Tim: You know, Barry, this was a very strange way to meet, but I think everything happens for a reason.
Barry: Did you make that up?
Tim: Yeah.
Barry: "Everything happens for a reason." I like that.
& Tim: Anyway, tomorrow night, I'm having dinner with some friends.
Barry: Are you? That's incredible! Congratulations.
& Caldwell: My girlfriend's not a hooker.
Williams: She tried to give me a BJ.
Caldwell: If she didn't ask for money, then she's not a hooker, is she?
Williams: She asked me for money. It wasn't that expensive, either.
& Tim: Julie, Fender invited me.
Julie: So?
Tim: Fender, as in Fender Financial?..
Julie: The you I know would have just said no.
Tim: The me that you know did say no. But the me that you don't know had to say yes.
Julie: The you I don't know?
Tim: Yes. Look, there's you and the me that you know. And we love each other and we have a wonderful life. But then there's the me that you don't know. And the me that you don't know has to do things sometimes so that you and the me that you know can live in this nice apartment, and eat at nice restaurants and go to Cabo for Christmas. He takes care of us.
Julie: You know what? There should not be any you I don't know.
Tim: But there is. You might not like him. I don't like him. I hate him! But we need him.
& Barry: "For Julie. Thanks for everything. Kieran." Everything?
Tim: Yeah, she curated his show.
Barry: Bet that's not all she curated.
Tim: I don't know what that means, Barry.
Barry: Well, I don't know what curated means.
& Barry: Oh, yes... Sounds like they're having intercourse... I'm having trouble describing what I'm looking at.
& Kieran: Am I gonna make love with Christina and Monique tonight? Yeah! Hell, yes! Guilty. You caught me out. Yeah. But only because it's part of my process.
Tim: Your "process"?
Kieran: There are two things in this world: Wonderful, visceral, sexy sex... and death. Horrible, boring death. Now, I'm gonna go off and have some sex with these girls before I die.
& Darla: I'm a naughty little schoolgirl!
Barry: You look a little old to be a schoolgirl.
Darla: I need to be punished. Don't you wanna be my schoolteacher?
Barry: I'm really not qualified. I work for the IRS.
& Tim: Barry! Barry!!
Barry: ... Works every time. If you are attacked, you should always play dead. People don't want to punch something that's dead. It's instinctual.
& Therman: Barry, I can make you say it. But with your own free will, say, "You can eat my pudding."
Barry: I'm not gonna say it.
Therman: Barry, I'm gonna eat it, anyway! But I want you to say, "You can eat my pudding!"
-- Dict:
coleslaw — капустный салат
Tim: That's the smell of dead dreams.
Susana: I go to the club at night and people are like, "Hey, who's wearing the coleslaw*?" Do you know how hard it is to get laid when you smell like coleslaw?.. Not hard, but still...
& Fender: I host a dinner once a month. Next one's on Saturday. And it's top secret. You can't tell anyone.
Tim: What are we talking about here? Orgy? Is it a human sacrifice of some kind?
Fender: We're... collectors. I'll let the guys fill you in.
Caldwell: Some people collect vintage automobiles. Some people collect fine wines. Fender collects people.
& Julia: Kieran, you remember Tim?
Kieran: The stockbroker.
Tim: No. No. I work for a private equity firm that specializes in distressed assets.
Kieran: So kind of a stockbroker.
Tim: Almost nothing like a stockbroker.
Kieran: Do you mind if I just call you stockbroker? It's the way I remember people. You're stockbroker Tim.
& Kieran: Do you have any idea what it's like to be up to your elbow... in a zebra's vagina? And feel life? New life, fresh life.
Tim: No, I don't.
Kieran: You should try it, Tim. It's magical.
& Kieran: What does it make you think of?
Tim: I guess it kind of makes me... think of your penis.
Kieran: Then you get it. Julie gets it.
& Tim: I hope those aren't for your lawyer.
Barry: No. I would rather not have lawyers get involved.
Tim: All right, I get it. You said you were fine, but... What would it take to keep the lawyers out?
Barry: ... Five?.. Five dollars.
& Barry: Well, it's a hobby. I like to think that... I'm sort of giving them a second chance, you know? In the words of John Lennon, "You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not."
Tim: "The only one."
Barry: The only what?
Tim: No, that's the lyric. "You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one."
& Tim: You know, Barry, this was a very strange way to meet, but I think everything happens for a reason.
Barry: Did you make that up?
Tim: Yeah.
Barry: "Everything happens for a reason." I like that.
& Tim: Anyway, tomorrow night, I'm having dinner with some friends.
Barry: Are you? That's incredible! Congratulations.
& Caldwell: My girlfriend's not a hooker.
Williams: She tried to give me a BJ.
Caldwell: If she didn't ask for money, then she's not a hooker, is she?
Williams: She asked me for money. It wasn't that expensive, either.
& Tim: Julie, Fender invited me.
Julie: So?
Tim: Fender, as in Fender Financial?..
Julie: The you I know would have just said no.
Tim: The me that you know did say no. But the me that you don't know had to say yes.
Julie: The you I don't know?
Tim: Yes. Look, there's you and the me that you know. And we love each other and we have a wonderful life. But then there's the me that you don't know. And the me that you don't know has to do things sometimes so that you and the me that you know can live in this nice apartment, and eat at nice restaurants and go to Cabo for Christmas. He takes care of us.
Julie: You know what? There should not be any you I don't know.
Tim: But there is. You might not like him. I don't like him. I hate him! But we need him.
& Barry: "For Julie. Thanks for everything. Kieran." Everything?
Tim: Yeah, she curated his show.
Barry: Bet that's not all she curated.
Tim: I don't know what that means, Barry.
Barry: Well, I don't know what curated means.
& Barry: Oh, yes... Sounds like they're having intercourse... I'm having trouble describing what I'm looking at.
& Kieran: Am I gonna make love with Christina and Monique tonight? Yeah! Hell, yes! Guilty. You caught me out. Yeah. But only because it's part of my process.
Tim: Your "process"?
Kieran: There are two things in this world: Wonderful, visceral, sexy sex... and death. Horrible, boring death. Now, I'm gonna go off and have some sex with these girls before I die.
& Darla: I'm a naughty little schoolgirl!
Barry: You look a little old to be a schoolgirl.
Darla: I need to be punished. Don't you wanna be my schoolteacher?
Barry: I'm really not qualified. I work for the IRS.
& Tim: Barry! Barry!!
Barry: ... Works every time. If you are attacked, you should always play dead. People don't want to punch something that's dead. It's instinctual.
& Therman: Barry, I can make you say it. But with your own free will, say, "You can eat my pudding."
Barry: I'm not gonna say it.
Therman: Barry, I'm gonna eat it, anyway! But I want you to say, "You can eat my pudding!"
-- Dict:
coleslaw — капустный салат
9 янв. 2011 г.
Glee 1x6
Vitamin D
Season 1, Episode 6
& Sue: Oh, dear God. Please... Please stop talking. I'm trying desperately to ignore the treacly* sweet inanity* of your asinine* conversation... but now I've got bile* in my mouth. I will hold my tongue no further. You know what this is?.. This is a list of my Cheerios. Every week I pick someone at random, and I kick 'em out.
Will: Yeah, well, in Glee Club we do things a little bit differently.
Sue: Oh, yeah, Will? How's that workin' out for you? You have to remember something. We're dealing with children. They need to be terrified. It's like mother's milk to them. Without it, their bones won't grow properly. So if you want results with a kid... you find that competitive animal within, and unleash it. Okay. Ellen, that blouse is just insane.
& Sue: Let me be frank. Your husband is hiding his kielbasa... in a Hickory Farms gift basket that doesn't belong to you.
& Sue: Oh, it's the same old song. Wife puts on a couple extra pounds...
Terry: I'm pregnant.
Sue: Oh, that's no excuse. I've always thought the desire to procreate showed deep, personal weakness. Me... Never wanted kids. Don't have the time. Don't have the uterus.
Terry: Are you sure about this?
Sue: A woman always knows.
& Terry: Well, isn't this a surprise.
Will: Terry, wh... what are you doing here?
Terry: Hi. I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Terry Schuester, Will's pregnant wife.
& Terry: I'm the new school nurse.
Will: But you're not a nurse! You don't have any training.
Terry: Oh, please, Will. It's a public school. Isn't this gonna be great?
& Ken: Look at the two of us. You pregnant, and me with psoriasis...
Terry: Oh.
Ken: ...and one testicle that won't descend. I don't know who to feel more sorry for.
& Emma: What are you doing?
Ken: Look, Emma. I know our relationship hasn't been perfect. You won't ride in my car. I can't touch you above the wrist. Remember, you cried for an hour that time my elbow accidentally brushed by your breast. But I think about you all day long. I kiss that picture of us at the state fair every night before I go to sleep.
Emma: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. This isn't happening. This is a dream.
Ken: Emma Pillsbury, this is not an engagement ring.
Emma: Oh, thank goodness.
Ken: No. I mean, it is. But It... it's more than that. It's... It's a promise. Look, Emma. I know you have this thing about being clean. Now I can't promise to pick up my underwear or squeegee* the shower door... but I can promise to keep your life clean of sadness... and loneliness... and any other dark clouds that might float into it. It's cubic zirconium. I know how affected you were by Blood Diamond. Emma Pillsbury... "M&M"... will you marry me?
& Emma: Hi. Um, I can't... I can't stay long in this room... because of the germs*, you know, and because of the odor. But I have a question.
Ken: Anything for you, Emma.
Emma: So what would, um... what would getting married mean... exactly? Because I would wanna keep my last name... and I'd wanna continue living in different parts of town. And, um, I think it would be best if we didn't see each other after school.
Ken: Sure.
Emma: And I wouldn't want a big ceremony, you know, like in a church or with... people. We wouldn't have to invite anybody, you know, or tell anybody actually. It could be more like a secret, you know... like a secret marriage.
Ken: That's actually a better deal than I expected.
Emma: You're a really good man, Ken. And I don't want to spend the rest of my life alone... and I know that you don't either. So...
Ken: Is that a yes?
--Dict:
treacly — приторный; елейный
inanity — пустота; бессмысленность; бессодержательность; глупость
asinine — ослиный; глупый; упрямый
bile — желчь
squeegee — резиновая швабра; скребок с резиновой пластинкой; орудовать шваброй
germ — микроб
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30 Rock 2x14
Sandwich Day
Season 2, Episode 14
& Jonathan: Mr. Donaghy, you're not really going down to 12, are you?
Jake: I have to. Of course it's humiliating. Banks is trying to shame me into leaving. But where else am I gonna go?.. I've been sleeping with the Cindy Crawford of corporations for the last 22 years. What am I supposed to do? Just lie down with some skank* like 3M?
Jonathan: What about Washington? I'm sure your friends in the Bush Administration would...
Jake: Bush?!
Jonathan: Has it gotten that bad?
Jake: Good God, I'd rather work for an American car company than jump on that sinking ship.
& Jake: I'm losing it, Don... I mean, I've been walking the streets in this crazy snow, trying to figure out who I am, where I fit in. I even stopped to catch a snowflake with my tongue, but, evidently, that's some sort of signal in Chelsea.
& Jake: What happened?
Liz: He lied about going to the airport.
Jake: And?
Liz: And I said I hope he dies in a car explosion.
Jake: Lemon, life is about minimizing regrets. You never know when someone's going to slip into a coma and leave you regretting all the things you didn't say or get in writing from the company's lawyers. What I'm trying to say is you're... young and you still haven't blown it completely, so don't... start now.
-- Dict:
skank = a (usually younger) female, implying trashiness or tackiness, lower-class status, poor hygiene, flakiness, and a scrawny, pockmarked sort of ugliness.
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Анна Старобинец — Убежище 3/9
“Главный фокус Ковра-Самолета заключался в том, что в какой-то момент он переворачивался кверху дном и на несколько секунд застывал в таком положении. ...& У меня было дело. Мне нужно было серьезно подумать об одной очень важной вещи, но страшно было начинать. Чтобы оттянуть время, я стала читать.
& Это началось несколько лет назад. Сначала я не обращала внимания: мне казалось – это нормально. Ну, забывать какие-то мелочи, незначительные события и разговоры – нормально.
Но сейчас. Сейчас. То, чего я не могу вспомнить сейчас – так ли уж это незначительно?
& Я не помню ни одного нашего разговора. Я не помню, как мы с ним встретились. Я не помню, как мы прикасались друг к другу. Я не помню любви. Я даже не помню, как его звали. Что заставило меня жить с ним? Наверное, было ведь что-то? Не помню. Не помню. Он молчит, сидит, суетится в освещенных квадратиках моей памяти – совершенно постороннее существо. Забавное, механическое. Что-то вроде одушевленного кухонного комбайна. А чего он хотел? Что любил и чего боялся? О чем думал, мечтал?
& Возможно, они бы хотели вернуться. Но уже не могли – у них не было сил. Новая жизнь – симпатичные тележки в супермаркетах, полупустые автобусы с плюшевыми сиденьями и улыбчивыми пассажирами, раздельные урны для органического и неорганического мусора, непонятная немецкая речь и вежливые кассиры – эта жизнь как-то сразу заставила их съежиться, придавила, превратила в нелепых и жалких старичков.
& Перемена. Маша сидит на парте, держит в руках какой-то листок. Из-за ее плеча на листок таращатся другие дети. «Посмотрите на картинку внимательно и попробуйте разглядеть в ней жирафа», – читает она надпись внизу. А там точки. Там нет никакой картинки, никакого жирафа – только точки, маленькие, черненькие, назойливые. «О! Я вижу!» – радостно вскрикивает сзади какая-то девочка. «И я!» – «И я», – «Ух ты! Действительно – жираф!» Они все видят. Она – нет. Никогда. Ни разу. Она не увидела жирафа за этими точками. Потому что, кроме точек, там ничего не было. Но не могли же они все врать?
& – Что вообще происходит?
– Что происходит – это, Маш, философский вопрос... угощайся.
& Надо уметь фотографировать страшное. Надо уметь его видеть. Страшное – это вам не кровавые пятна. Не клыкастые монстры. Не выпущенные наружу кишки, не отрубленные руки, не вытекшие глаза. Страшное – это забавная поза. Смешная деталь. Плюс то, что не вошло в кадр. Страшное – это полуголый человек, мирно сидящий на унитазе, с головой, повернутойнемного странно. Пи-пик. Снято.
& Туман здесь бывает, знаешь, какой – сам черт ногу сломит! Что поделаешь... Такой климат... Такая местность... Эх, такая жисть...
& – Какая красивая! – шепотом сказал Мальчик.
– Да ты говори, Детеныш, нормально. Она все равно не проснется.
– Почему?
– Как – почему? Потому что она заколдованная. Она будет спать, пока однажды ее не поцелует...
– Прекрасный принц?
– Ну да, что-то вроде того. Если сам знаешь, чего спрашиваешь?
& Бесконечный хвойно-березовый лес растянулся вдоль железной дороги большой мертвой зеброй.
& Утром, когда отвизжал свое будильник, когда съеден завтрак, когда вымыта посуда, когда льется вода в душе, когда во рту горько-сладкое послевкусие ночной неподвижности, растворимого кофе и зубной пасты…
& Действительно, почему ему вдруг так понадобилось сбежать, когда сидеть оставалось всего ничего? {...} Уж явно не из-за угрызений совести. Свою совесть он всегда умел обманывать не хуже, чем всех вокруг – возможно, потому, что никогда до конца не ощущал эту самую совесть собственным «внутренним органом»... Это как с сумасшедшим, которому казалось, что его правая рука – чужая. Врач сказал ему: а вы попробуйте пощекотать себя этой рукой. Тот попробовал – и тут же начал хохотать и дергаться. И тогда врач сказал: знаете, а ведь это действительно не ваша рука. Потому что он знал, врач, что человек физически не способен щекотать себя сам, ему просто не будет щекотно; в щекотке самое главное – неожиданность прикосновения... Впрочем, при чем здесь это?
& Потом она поочередно открыла все девять карт. Все девять пик.
– Что это значит? – занервничала девушка.
– Туз пик – будет тяжелый год, – сообщила Люси. – Король пик – близкий тебе человек – предатель и изменник. Дама пик – коварная женщина. Валет пик – личные неприятности. Десятка пик – жди удара от того, кто рядом с тобой. Девятка пик – крупная ссора. Восьмерка пик – страх. Семерка пик – слезы. Шестерка пик – разлука.
– О господи, – прошептала девушка.
– А я еще не закончила...
& Давать второе начало тому, что уже однажды закончилось, – все равно что выкопать из земли и воскресить труп... После того, как вы вернете его к жизни, он никогда не оставит вас друг с другом наедине. Вы будете жить вместе с ним, с вашим мертвецом. Он будет рядом с вами везде и всегда – как докучливый щенок, как грудной младенец, как беспомощный инвалид – ваш мертвец. В постели он будет лежать между вами все ночи напролет, а днем вы будете встречать его в ванной, в гостиной и в кухне. И он будет зол на вас, очень зол, этот мертвец. Мертвые не любят, когда их беспокоят. Не любят, когда их заставляют жить. Он будет мстить вам за то, что вы воскресили его. Постепенно, постепенно, постепенно он отравит ваш дом трупным запахом, он наполнит вас трупным ядом, он лишит вас сна, сведет вас с ума, сделает вас врагами. Он обязательно добьется своего, он снова вас разлучит – усталых, полумертвых, полных ненависти и обиды. Он добьется своего. Он обретет покой...
& – Это у меня просто такой сценический имидж. А Алекс и дядя Леша – мои сценические псевдонимы. Там.
– Там?
– Ну да, там. В Яви. Я ведь туда иногда вылезаю. Мы все иногда вылезаем. У-у-у! – Лесной вдруг дико замахал руками и сделал «страшные» глаза. – Никогда не знаешь, что из тебя может вылезти!
& Ver shpilt zikh mit di kinder un teyl nemt tsu tsu zikh?
Кто играет с детьми и забирает их к себе? (идиш) Из песни Зисе Ландау «Кто ведет все корабли»
& Конечно, они говорили неправду. Умирать было очень, очень больно.
Всем.
& – Если ты все им расскажешь, то здесь начнется ад кромешный. Скандал, истерика и паника, вопли и членовредительство. И вечность, которая нам, возможно – подчеркиваю: возможно, – предстоит, мы проведем не самым приятным образом... В этой самой истерике и панике. Не лучше ли, чтобы у всех было хорошее настроение?
... – Ну что, вкусно?”
8 янв. 2011 г.
Skins 1x1
Tony
Season 1, Episode 1
& Jim, Tony's Dad: Every fucking morning!
& Tony: Anyway, it's not that much to ask, Nips*. Sid's almost 17. He's gotta get laid before his birthday otherwise he can't be my friend, obviously.
Jal: What the fuck are you talking about?!
Tony: Sorry, Jal. Wrong call. Can you hold?
Jal: No.
Tony: Perhaps you could help out with Sid's cherry.
Jal: I don't think so! You need someone deaf, blind and stupid for that.
& Tony: Party tonight. Sid's getting de-cherried*.
Anwar: Chris promised Maxxie we're gonna go to his big gay night out.
Tony: Is Chris gay?
Anwar: No.
Tony: Are you gay?
Anwar: No. But Maxxie says there's gonna be lots of hot women there... desperate because there's nobody to shag - except for me and Chris.
Tony: Anwar, you dippy twat. Sid's flying solo down the tunnel of love and he needs support, yeah?
Anwar: Could we watch?
Tony: Oh, Jesus!
& Tony: Alright, who's stupid enough to fuck Sid?
Michelle: Cassie?
& Sid: Are we getting me laid or shall I just start filming and take it back for private time?
& Chris: What you been doing in Poshville Towers, eh?
Tony: Broadening my horizons.
Chris: Those girls do not do fickety fick with town scum like you. It doesn't matter what you can do with your muscles.
Tony: 'I say this world extends way beyond this field of dreams. And I want to see that world.'
Chris: What the fuck's he on about?
Jal: He's quoting. It's a literary reference.
Chris: What? You mean Shakespeare and shit?
Jal: Dawson's Creek.
& Mad Twat 2 Sid: Three ounces... That's three hundred pounds of easy credit, so you've got 48 hours to pay me. ... Have you got balls? ... Yeah... I'm just checking, because your balls are your collateral*. You got me?
& Chris: Angie's phone... Stop ringing her, or you'll have me to deal with.
Angie: Let me have it.
Chris: Yep, Chris Miles here... Angie's friend. ... She's got friends, you know what I'm saying, you tosser*. ... Right. Yeah, yeah, I'll have the coursework in by Thursday. Are you saying I can have an extension?.. Yeah. And don't ring her again... bellend*! Sorted him out!
& Chris: Jesus. As big gay nights go... It's not that big.
Maxxie: I'm sorry, guys. I just wanted to show you my world, you know.
Chris: I'm definitely not turning gay.
Anwar: Me neither. Nope.
Maxxie: It can be a lot of fun. We had the Pontypool Mounted Police Formation Dance Team in last week... Hey, where you going?
Chris: To find that party. All the boys are gay.
Maxxie: Yeah? Are the girls gay too?
Chris: Look, everyone's gay. Right, let's get the fuck out of here.
& Cassie: You fancy me?
Sid: I... Sure, I...
Cassie: But you really love Michelle.
Sid: It shows?
Cassie: Fucking right it shows. Anyway, she told me.
& Sid: Tony.
Tony: Yes, Sid.
Sid: Chris and that Polish girl... They got out of the car at the hospital, right?.. I mean, they got out before the harbour, yeah?..
-- Dict:
Nips = Hard nipples, visable through the shirt.
cherry = an inexperienced person; a novice
collateral — залог
tosser = another name for a Wanker (one who suffers from chronic masturbation)
bellend = British slang for the glans penis, or penis head
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Hooked 2: New Level
aka In the Game 2: A New Level
aka Na Igre 2. Novyy uroven
In the beginning: Gamers. In Search of the Target
& Dario: Bon journo, guys. I am the owner of this ship. Who you are I don't know, but I suppose that there must be a particular goal behind your actions.
Doc: We're out of beer snacks.
& Pokrovskiy: Guys! We know each other. Let's make a deal! What do you need, money? Money? How much money do you need?
Doc: A billion yuan, have it?
Pokrovskiy: How much will that be in dollars?
Doc: Am I the currency exchange?
& Komelev: Conflict of interests requires somebody's help. We would price it at... 7 million.
Lebedev: Why not 10?
Komelev: Are you asking as a man of business or just out of curiosity?
& Lena: Maxim. I can't, and please don't stalk me, alright?
Maxim: Stalking is when you are certainly against it, but when you are uncertain, then it's trying to win you over.
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_ Жалкое подобие левой руки.
7 янв. 2011 г.
Glee 1x5
The Rhodes Not Taken
Season 1, Episode 5
& Will: How come you haven't had any morning sickness? Quinn Fabray's been upchucking every 15 minutes.
Terri: Really? That's a really good sign... That means the baby's not a mongoloid.
& Finn: We lost Rachel. You think we can do it without her?
Emma: Sure!
Finn: Do you think we can win regional's without Rachel?
Emma: Remember the Jamaican bobsled team?
Finn: Big long-shots?
Emma: Definitely.
& Will: Oh, crap. There's no forwarding address.
Emma: So then you've had feelings for someone other than your wife?
Will: I'd love to play This Is Your Life, but Lord Google demands my attention.
Emma: Okay, just wait. Hold on, hold on, hold on. Reaching back into your past is a dangerous business. Okay? People can change. They can, um, disappoint you.
Will: I think I can handle it.
Emma: I thought I could too. Just hear me out. A few years ago I started an online flirtation... with a high school flame, Andy. Things got weird, and I called it off. And two months later... Versace was dead. Dead.
& Will: You draw a lot of attention to yourself... and they're embarrassed enough as it is. So do you think you could maybe take some time and try to win them over? {...}
Kurt: Mmm. Smells like my aunt Mildred.
April Rhodes: Just drink it.
Kurt: Sweet, with a bit of an afterburny taste.
April: Oh, good Chablis should always have a little bite. A few swigs of that every day before school and you'll have all the courage you need... to be yourself.
Kurt: Really?
April: Oh, yeah! And... This's my primo collection of vintage muscle magazines. Want 'em? {...}
Kurt: Mr. Schuester, I changed my mind. April should stay. I worship* her. {...}
April: Oh, no. You gotta be more natural.
Tina: I c-c-can't do this.
Mercedes: I don't understand why we're doing this in the first place.
April: Your lack of imagination astounds me. This is only the beginning. If you can master this, you can sneak anything out of a store between your knees. Shoes, prom dresses. I once got a cake out of a kid's birthday party with the candles still lit! {...}
Will: Are you sure?
Mercedes: She can stay.
Tina: T-T-Totally.
& Rachel: Do I have to put my fingers in the holes? Couldn't there be diseases in there?
Finn: Oh, no. Ball sharing is all part of the fun. Here, use the pink one. Pink's your favorite color, right?
& April: There's my boy!
Will: Are you drunk? You promised me you'd sober up for this.
April: When? Last night? Well, I was drunk. You can't hold me to that.
& Emma: Kurt, I'm a girl who knows her solvents*, and your breath smells like rubbing* alcohol.
Kurt: Oh Bambi... I cried so hard when those hunters shot your mommy...
--Dict:
worship — поклоняться; боготворить; обожать
solvents — растворитель
rubbing — натирание
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Хантер С. Томпсон — Эй, лох! Я тебя люблю
“Сейчас воскресное утро, и я сочиняю любовное послание. ...
& На свете есть всего две или три вещи ужаснее внезапного осознания того, что ты наг и совсем один, а на тебя по темной воде надвигается что-то огромное и агрессивное.
& Кометы больше не сталкивались, на снегу — никаких следов, кроме моих, и ни звука на десять миль в окрестности, если не считать Лайла Ловетта у меня в радиоприемнике, да воя нескольких койотов.
& Мне нужна была музыка, ритм нужен. Я был полон решимости сохранять спокойствие, поэтому я задрал звук погромче и поставил "Духа в Небесах" Нормана Гринбаума.
& Стояло воскресенье, и я устроил себе богослужение по-своему. Кому надо сходить с ума в Божий День?
Моя бабушка никогда с ума не сходила, когда мы ездили по воскресеньям к ней в гости.
& Я лично запасаюсь пулями, у меня их уже много тысяч. Пули всегда будут в цене, особенно когда у тебя погаснет свет, сдохнет телефон, а у соседей подойдут к концу запасы еды. Вот тогда-то и поймешь, кто твои друзья. Даже ближайшие члены семьи обернутся против тебя. После 2000-го года в друзьях безопасно будет иметь только покойников.
& Назад уже дороги не было. Купил билет — ехай.
& Так я узнал, кто такой Хаулин Вулф. Мы его не знали, но нам он нравился, и мы понимали, о чем он говорит. "Я Чую Крысу" — чистый памятник рок-н-ролла аксиоме, гласящей: "Паранойи не бывает".
& Музыка для меня всегда была делом Энергии, вопросом Горючки. Сентиментальные люди зовут это Вдохновением, но на самом деле они имеют в виду Горючку.
& Стоит мне услышать "Белого кролика" — и я снова на улицах Сан-Франциско солидольной полночью, ищу себе музыки, гоню свой быстрый красный мотоцикл с горки в Пресидио, отчаянно вписываясь в повороты среди эвкалиптов, стараясь побыстрее доехать до Матрицы, чтобы успеть услышать, как Грейс Слик заиграет на флейте.
... Res Ipsa Loquitor. (Вещь говорит сама за себя.)”
6 янв. 2011 г.
Misfits 1x6
Episode #1.6
& Kelly: What about your friends?
Nathan: I believe that's generally referred to as a "paedophile ring".
Simon: I'm not a paedophile.
Nathan: Yeah? You'd screw your own sister for a slice of cheese.
Simon: I don't even like cheese.
Nathan: That makes it even worse, you sick bastard.
& Rachel: Don't you have any shame?
Alisha: Don't you have any dress sense?
& Alisha: I'm sorting my life out. All the drugs and the drink-driving. I've done so many things I'm ashamed of. And I... touched myself in front of you.
Curtis: And I'm pretty sure you enjoyed it.
Alisha: Well, I shouldn't be masturbating in public toilets. I'm saving myself until I'm ready to make a proper commitment.
Curtis: It's a bit late for that.
Alisha: No, it's never too late.
& Simon: When weird stuff happens, it's always the storm. Haven't you worked that out yet?
Nathan: Did you just suddenly grow a set of balls?
Simon: I've always had a set of balls. You've just never seen them.
Nathan: That is about the gayest thing I've ever heard.
& Kelly: Is that a sock? Aw, it's crusty*.
Nathan: Ah, don't put it on my pizza!
Kelly: Why are you sleeping with a crusty sock in your bed?
Nathan: All right. Yes. It's my wank* sock.
Kelly: Oh, no! Use some tissue!
Nathan: That requires planning. Who's that organized?
& Kelly: Oh, don't use a sock.
Nathan: Look, you've just knocked one out, right? Poom-byo! You're lying there, you're feeling cheap and deflated. There's a pool of rapidly cooling spunk on your stomach. You're looking round for something to mop up* with. 'Oh, hello. What's this? It's a sock. Job done. Thank you.'
Kelly: Maybe that's your power...
& Kelly: You're better off without power. They're a pain in the arse.
Nathan: You know why it is, though? Because you can't improve on perfection.
& Nathan: 'Don't think about shagging her.
Don't think about shagging her.
You're thinking about shagging her.
You're an idiot.'
You heard that, didn't you? I'm a man. We think about shagging everyone.
& Nathan: Is it just me, or does this look really suspicious?
& Kelly: It's Curtis!
Nathan: No! No, there's too many of them. And I'm not very good at fighting. I never have been.
& Nathan: Did she just... virginise him?
& Nathan: What if that "virtue bitch" shows up? She's vexing them with some kind of Derren Brown voodoo mind shit.
& Nathan: Come on, Barry, you're good at this stuff. Think of something.
Simon: Who's Barry?
Nathan: You are.
Kelly: His name is Simon.
Nathan: Is it? I thought it was Barry.
& Nathan: We need to gear up. ...
Kelly: What are you doing?
Nathan: You gotta have the right track for this kind of thing. You need something up-tempo, with a bit of edge to it. I'm thinking Jay-Z, maybe a bit of Dizzee. You could be getting into a whole race thing...
Kelly: Just pick one, for fuck's sake!
Nathan: Oh, hold on... Oh, yes. That's the baby!
Jay-Z, Anything
Dizzee Rascal, Dance Wiv Me
& Nathan: Who are you? ... Thanks for saving me and everything. You could've just stopped and let me off!
& Nathan: It was you and now you're not... you.
Kelly: Look at ya. You haven't achieved anything. You're a waste of space. You're such a loser.
Nathan: There's no need to get personal.
& Nathan: Beautiful weather, isn't it?
Curtis: Nathan. I'm so glad you're with us now.
Nathan: I'm so pleased to be here. I was such a loser. The drugs, the sex... all that fast food. I was so miserable.
Curtis: I hear you. You were such an annoying idiot.
& Nathan: What's this?
Curtis: Oh, it's a petition. We're campaigning against contraceptives being given out in schools. Will you sign it?
Nathan: There's only one thing young ladies should be inserting in themselves... and that's... knowledge.
& Kelly: Nathan, please just let her go.
Nathan: She's got you thinking this is how you're supposed to be. Well, it's not! We're young. We're supposed to drink too much. We're supposed to have bad attitudes and shag each other's brains out. We are designed to party. This is it. Yeah, so a few of us will overdose or go mental. But Charles Darwin said 'You can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.' And that's what it's all about - breaking eggs! And by eggs, I do mean, getting twatted on a cocktail of Class A's. {...} We had it all. We fucked up bigger and better than any generation that came before us. We were so beautiful! We're screw-ups. I'm a screw-up* and I plan to be a screw-up until my late 20s, maybe even my early 30s. And I will shag my own mother before I let her... or anyone else take that away from me!
& Simon: To Nathan.
Curtis: Prick.
& Nathan: I've got a power! I bloody knew it. I've got a power! Ha-ha! Who's laughing now? Help! Help!
-- Dict:
crusty — покрытый корой
wank — онанизм; заниматься онанизмом
mop up — очищать; вытирать; осушать; разделываться; убивать
screw-up = Someone who is messed up or deformed. / Someone who is stupid or ugly. / Someone who is screwed or in a screwed up situation. / Someone who doesn't make sense
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_ The best show. Ever! + Soundtracks' ... just wow.
Джордж Мартин — Тупиковый вариант
“Свернув с автострады на двухрядный серпантин, машина запетляла среди склонов, густо поросших сосняком и увенчанных снеговыми шапками вершин. ...
& – Чтоб нормально играть, надо это... ну ты понимаешь... Дьявол, никак слова не подберу... Высокомерие, что ли, самоуверенность и тому подобное. В общем, иметь нечто, скрытое в твоем «я» – стержень, вот.
& – Жизнь во многом схожа с шахматами. Суть сходства – в свободе выбора. Предпринимая какой-либо шаг на жизненном пути или делая очередной ход в шахматной партии, человек делает выбор, который приведет к тому или иному продолжению. Это точка ветвления. А сделаешь этот шаг или ход – и оказываешься перед новой развилкой. И только значительно позже видишь, что выбранный вариант совсем не так хорош, как казалось. Иногда и вовсе проигрышный, но выясняется это только под конец.
В универе казалось, что впереди столько дорог, столько, как сказал бы Стив, вариаций функционала под названием «жизнь»... Я, конечно, понимал, что каждому дано прожить лишь одну из всех воображаемых линий, но в те годы любой путь, любое продолжение этой «партии» представлялось теоретически возможным. То я мечтал стать романистом, то знаменитым вашингтонским журналистом, потом уж не знаю – политиком, профессором, да мало ли кем. Мои мечты жили во мне, а я в них. Воображал, как добьюсь богатства, встречусь с невероятными красавицами, займусь массой интересных вещей и буду жить во множестве райских уголков... Разумеется, большинство моих грез в действительности исключали друг друга, но, пока ни одна из них не реализовалась, я в каком-то смысле обладал всем миром. В точности как за доской перед началом партии: вот они перед тобой – сицилианская защита, французская или, скажем, защита Лопеса – все мыслимое разнообразие вариантов, сосуществующих в мозгу, пока не сделаны первые ходы. Конечная цель – всегда победа, независимо от выбранного дебюта, но путь к ней не единственный... Но вот часы пущены, число вариантов сокращается с каждым ходом, простора для воображения все меньше, и наконец остается то, что есть – позиция, созданная наполовину тобой, наполовину противником. А противник этот – судьба. Хорошо ли ты сыграл или проглядел свой шанс и угодил в ловушку – расстановку фигур уже не изменить. Ходы не возвращаются.
& – Победить в выигрышной позиции – одна из самых сложных вещей.
& Питер Нортон давно, очень давно не участвовал в турнирах, но прекрасно помнил то впечатление внезапной катастрофы, когда непредвиденный ход соперника вдруг меняет всю обстановку на доске. Сначала мгновенное замешательство, а потом, по мере осознания последствий, – крепнущее чувство неотвратимого краха, паника и, наконец, глубокая апатия. Мозг по инерции еще перебирает бесполезные контрдоводы, но все тщетно... Нет в шахматах худших мгновений.
... Известие о гибели Банниша навело Питера Нортона на невеселые мысли, но после ленча он вернулся за письменный стол и вскоре обо всем забыл.”
5 янв. 2011 г.
Misfits 1x5
Episode #1.5
& Simon: What are you doing? Give it back!
Nathan: Come on, we'll do an interview. First question. Have you ever had sex with a piece of fruit?
Simon: Give me my phone!
Nathan: Second question. Was it a melon? Ah!.. He's trying to kiss me!
& Sally: So do you think that you've learned anything?
Curtis: Yeah... Don't get caught.
& Sally: How do you think you've changed?
Nathan: Um... I think I'm taller.
& Kelly: They graffiti and we clean it off. They graffiti and we clean it off. They graffiti and we clean it off. What is that about?
& Simon: You don't know what they got on us. Maybe they're watching us right now.
Nathan: This shit is old news. We have outfoxed the fox, which makes us very bloody foxy.
& Nathan: What if I can talk to animals?
& Nathan: See? Babies. That's why I always use a condom. And if the girl looks dirty, I use two. Belt and braces.
& Nathan: Your girlfriend was here. The other one. We covered for you, though. I always wanted to be a cheat. I'm just too disorganized. I struggle to remember one girl's name.
& Nathan: I hear you, man.
Curtis: Don't put your arm around me!
Nathan: It's these powers, man. No matter what you do, the ones you love will be the ones who pay.
& Sally: Nathan! What the hell are you doing?
Nathan: I found a baby... Did you see him? He is beautiful.
& Curtis: ... I've got three months left to live. I don't want to waste it with you. ... Cos I'm impotent and I know how much you love cock. ... Cos you got... weird tits. And nasty snatch gunk*. I'm sorry.
Sam: You're finishing with me?
Curtis: ...And you're gonna ask me why and I can't tell you. There are things going on with me, things I can't tell you about. No matter what I do, the ones I love will be the ones who pay.
Sam: Is that from Spider-Man
?Curtis: What?
Sam: What you just said. That's from Spider-Man. You're dumping me with a line from Spider-Man? You immature, pathetic, shallow bastard! You stay away from me!
Curtis: ... Done.
& Nathan: I'm gonna be his daddy.
Kally: You're a homeless. You're living in the Community Center.
Curtis: You got no money, no job.
Simon: You're poor. And you've got a criminal record.
Kally: You can barely look after yourself.
Curtis: Social Services will take one look at you...
Alisha: Seriously, the kid deserves better. Way better.
Nathan: Him and his mum can come and live with me at the Community Center. I can get free food from the vending machines. I'll steal booze from the kitchen. I'll steal from other babies. I'll go to the park and forage for nuts and berries.
Baby-boy: You're prick.
& Nathan: Why am I holding this baby? I'm not being sexist but one of you girls needs to take this off me before I drop it on its head.
& Alisha: Wait. Are you cheating on me with her or are you cheating on her with me?
Curtis: I have no idea.
-- Dict:
nasty — противный
snatch — вагина
gunk — навоз
On Imdb.
! Sooo great OST!
Gamers. In Search of the Target
& Maxim: Miss, let's go celebrate my victory with the gypsies? Personal invitation from the champion. Do you like gypsies?
Lena: My grandmother was a gypsy. She foretold that I will say "no" to the champion.
& Maxim: You're a lazy ass, Bill. Matroskin your age had a cow, but you're still idling. Catch a mouse at least.
& Vampir: So where do we shoot to win the teddy bear?
— Into the Nazis. Hit all the Nazis without a single miss.
Vampir: Oh, so those are Nazis. Could've put pins instead.
— Didn't have any.
& Maxim: Miss, excuse me, do you have a jack or a wrench?
Lena: No.
Maxim: Excellent. So you can't whack me on the head for hitting on you.
& Maxim: So you haven't been long here? No guy or girl friends here yet? I propose we fix that. Two bus stops further from here there's a good coffee place. Shall we stop by? You can tell me where to buy such perfume. I'll perfume my cat, so it reminds me of you.
Lena: Maxim, I'd be happy to, but I already have a guy.
Maxim: Cool. I just got a baseball bat. Where does he live?
& Maxim: Lena, come out. It's me, Maxim. Everything is alright. Let's go.
Lena: Wha...
Maxim: It's OK. A friend from special forces helped me.
& Vampir: Hello, Doc. Getting it on in Counter? Speaking of Counter, think where can we get paintball shells. We're gonna play life. Let's shoot 3 to 2 at the construction.
& Doc: So what do you suggest?
Vampir: Can we play life only at the construction site?
& Vampir: How many people in the shop?
— Hazyr!
Vampir: Anyone else?
— Maximum 2.
Vampir: Are you sure?
— I swear on my mother!
Vampir: Open the door. ... Who's that? I don't get it, do they have guns or what?
— I don't have a mother.
Vampir: ... Gabella.
& Vampir: Have you gone nuts? What frags?
& Dlinnyy: Listen, what if they come after us later?
Doc: They'll get tired in the attack.
& Dlinnyy: Listen, is the real coco also sweet?
Komar: Do I know? What's the frigging difference?
Dlinnyy: What if these dogs have tried it before? They'll discover our bluff and will bug us to death?
Komar: We'll say that we ourselves were cheated into some glucose.
& Dlinnyy: Vampire, why the delay? They'd have torn us to pieces.
Doc: He's a pacifist. Gave his word.
& Dlinnyy: What will we say to our parents? "Mom, I take out criminal leaders?"
Lebedev: For everyone else you will be work in a Moscow computer company testing games.
& Rita: Dima, how do you imagine our future life? "Honey, you're off to work?" "Yes, I must kill one man. He knows too much." "Sweetheart, you're home?" "Yes, excellent day it was. We minused 3. Here's the money for groceries, shine my bullet proof vest with rosin*." Dima, won't I go crazy?
Vampir: Better return to the slum*?
Rita: Yes, Dima, better return to the slum.
& Stripteaser: Komarenko, are you ready for your lesson today?
Komar: No. I'm not ready. I ready fuck you!
& Rita: Are our friends coming?
Vampir: No, they have a different program... museums, exhibitions...
-- Dict:
rosin — канифоль
slum — трущобы
On Imdb.
Lena: My grandmother was a gypsy. She foretold that I will say "no" to the champion.
& Maxim: You're a lazy ass, Bill. Matroskin your age had a cow, but you're still idling. Catch a mouse at least.
& Vampir: So where do we shoot to win the teddy bear?
— Into the Nazis. Hit all the Nazis without a single miss.
Vampir: Oh, so those are Nazis. Could've put pins instead.
— Didn't have any.
& Maxim: Miss, excuse me, do you have a jack or a wrench?
Lena: No.
Maxim: Excellent. So you can't whack me on the head for hitting on you.
& Maxim: So you haven't been long here? No guy or girl friends here yet? I propose we fix that. Two bus stops further from here there's a good coffee place. Shall we stop by? You can tell me where to buy such perfume. I'll perfume my cat, so it reminds me of you.
Lena: Maxim, I'd be happy to, but I already have a guy.
Maxim: Cool. I just got a baseball bat. Where does he live?
& Maxim: Lena, come out. It's me, Maxim. Everything is alright. Let's go.
Lena: Wha...
Maxim: It's OK. A friend from special forces helped me.
& Vampir: Hello, Doc. Getting it on in Counter? Speaking of Counter, think where can we get paintball shells. We're gonna play life. Let's shoot 3 to 2 at the construction.
& Doc: So what do you suggest?
Vampir: Can we play life only at the construction site?
& Vampir: How many people in the shop?
— Hazyr!
Vampir: Anyone else?
— Maximum 2.
Vampir: Are you sure?
— I swear on my mother!
Vampir: Open the door. ... Who's that? I don't get it, do they have guns or what?
— I don't have a mother.
Vampir: ... Gabella.
& Vampir: Have you gone nuts? What frags?
& Dlinnyy: Listen, what if they come after us later?
Doc: They'll get tired in the attack.
& Dlinnyy: Listen, is the real coco also sweet?
Komar: Do I know? What's the frigging difference?
Dlinnyy: What if these dogs have tried it before? They'll discover our bluff and will bug us to death?
Komar: We'll say that we ourselves were cheated into some glucose.
& Dlinnyy: Vampire, why the delay? They'd have torn us to pieces.
Doc: He's a pacifist. Gave his word.
& Dlinnyy: What will we say to our parents? "Mom, I take out criminal leaders?"
Lebedev: For everyone else you will be work in a Moscow computer company testing games.
& Rita: Dima, how do you imagine our future life? "Honey, you're off to work?" "Yes, I must kill one man. He knows too much." "Sweetheart, you're home?" "Yes, excellent day it was. We minused 3. Here's the money for groceries, shine my bullet proof vest with rosin*." Dima, won't I go crazy?
Vampir: Better return to the slum*?
Rita: Yes, Dima, better return to the slum.
& Stripteaser: Komarenko, are you ready for your lesson today?
Komar: No. I'm not ready. I ready fuck you!
& Rita: Are our friends coming?
Vampir: No, they have a different program... museums, exhibitions...
-- Dict:
rosin — канифоль
slum — трущобы
On Imdb.
2 b continued
4 янв. 2011 г.
Skyline
& Terry: Where do you see yourself? You got five year plan I don't know about?
Jarrod: It's not about the money, okay?
Terry: It's always have something to do with the money.
& Oliver: What are you doing, huh? Like it or not, this is happening. You got to be strong.
& Elaine: I hate L.A.
& Jarrod: They are not dead. They are just really, really pissed off.
& Oliver: Vaya con Dios you sonofabitch!
+ on Imdb.
_ В общем, все умерли. Все, да не все. 2 b continued? А смысл?
Jarrod: It's not about the money, okay?
Terry: It's always have something to do with the money.
& Oliver: What are you doing, huh? Like it or not, this is happening. You got to be strong.
& Elaine: I hate L.A.
& Jarrod: They are not dead. They are just really, really pissed off.
& Oliver: Vaya con Dios you sonofabitch!
+ on Imdb.
_ В общем, все умерли. Все, да не все. 2 b continued? А смысл?
3 янв. 2011 г.
Misfits 1x4
Episode #1.4
& Nathan: Get in there, you beautiful bitch! ... So close.
& Beverley Morgan, Manager: This is not a buffet. That's theft. I could have you arrested for that. You're paying for the sweets in your mouth and for that drink.
Nathan: Really? For eating some pick'n'mix?.. "Beverley"... Isn't that a woman's name? That's brilliant. Why did your parents give you a girl's name? Maybe you were born with both sets of genitalia, you know, like a chick with a dick. But your parents wanted a boy so they kept your cock and sewed up* your clunge*.
& Kelly: I need to go outside. I'm off my tits. ... Move! Get out of my face!
& Alisha: You're that runner guy. What are you smiling about? What, is it a secret?
Curtis: I just changed history. I... I changed the future.
Alisha: Just so you know, yeah, saying weird things like that is a real turn-off.
Curtis: She'll have a vodka tonic with a little bit of lime.
How'd you know what I drink? Have we...? Have we...?
Curtis: No. But we will.
& Nathan: Come on, buddy. It's not gay if I wank you off with the grabber.
Simon: We're not touching!
-- Dict:
sew up — зашивать
clunge — vagina
On Imdb.
2 янв. 2011 г.
Misfits 1x3
Episode #1.3
Nathan: ... If a bear and a shark had a fight, who would win?
Ben: ... If you've got any relevant questions, just ask.Oh, and if it's on dry land, I'd bet on the bear.
& Sally: Kelly!
Kelly: I was tryin' to be nice!
& Simon: We've got a problem.
Nathan: Will you shut up?! I nearly had it.
Simon: What's he doing?
Curtis: He's trying to smash the bottle with his mind. I think he's gonna shit himself.
& Simon: They're gonna dig up the bodies! They're building an environmental monitoring station under the flyover.
Nathan: They're building a what? That sounds made up. Are we supposed to know what that is?
& Simon: Maybe Sally won't look in the boot.
Nathan: Fingers crossed, eh?
& Sally: What the hell are you doing?!
Nathan: It's just pure, mindless vandalism.
Sally: What is the matter with you? Are you mentally deficient?
Nathan: If I was mentally deficient, I would have missed. Check that out. Bull's-eye.
On Imdb.
1 янв. 2011 г.
Джордж Мартин — Второй род одиночества
“Сегодня мой сменщик покинул Землю. ...
& Однако есть два рода одиночества. Большинство людей не понимают разницы. Я понимаю. Я испробовал оба.
Обычно говорят об одиночестве людей, управляющих звездными Кольцами. Смотрители маяков пространства, и все такое. Здесь, на Цербере, мне иногда кажется, что я — единственный человек во Вселенной. {...}
Иногда мне так сильно хочется с кем-нибудь поговорить, что я кричу и бьюсь о стены. Бывают моменты, когда скука заползает в душу и едва не сводит меня с ума. {...}
Одиночество? Да. Но торжественное, наводящее на возвышенные мысли, трагическое одиночество. Одиночество, окрашенное великолепием. Одиночество, которое человек ненавидит, и все же страстно жаждет его.
И есть второй род одиночества.
Для того чтобы оно влилось в вас, не нужно Звездное Кольцо Цербера. Вы можете найти его на Земле. Я знаю. Я чувствовал его всюду, куда бы ни шел, что бы ни делал.
Это одиночество человека, попавшего в западню внутри самого себя. Человека, который так часто ошибался, что боится открыть рот и заговорить с кем-нибудь. Одиночество, рожденное не расстоянием, а страхом. Люди закупорены в меблированных комнатах перенаселенных городов, потому что им некуда пойти и не с кем поговорить. Они заходят в бары только для того, чтобы открыть для себя простую истину: они не умеют начать разговор, и у них не хватит храбрости сделать это, даже если бы они знали как.
В таком одиночестве нет ничего возвышенного. Нет смысла, Поэзии. Это одиночество без цели, печальное и грязное, оно пахнет унизительной жалостью.
О да, это мучительно — одиночество среди звезд.
Но гораздо мучительнее быть одиноким на вечеринке.
... Но он летит.”
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