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cal and i have casted most of the ppl from cars.
beatríz studies him as he explains, her expression somewhere between surprised and perplexed. her question had not been a serious one, but here he is, answering it.
“chuck berry,” she repeats in her accent. then, as if she wants to make sure she has it right: “he is the rock and roll singer.”
she faces forward again, shaking her head. “you are a strange man.”
" thank you. " bill scratches his upper lip, hiding a grin.
" you and i live in different worlds, honey. " and he circles his finger as if to indicate her world and how he sits outside its halo. " our idols will never look the same, "
which is fine. it's no good keeping company who only ever have some of the same shit to say back. " but they all do a little bit of the same thing. "
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SHRINKING (2023-) - 1x02 “Fortress of Solitude”
Harrison Ford as Indiana Jones RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK (1981) - dir. Steven Spielberg
SHRINKING 1.06 x 1.10
who would he pray to? bill wants to answer her question seriously but he doesn't really have the means. his attention gets caught by the way the sun comes through the stain glass, how it changes as the clouds move around in the sky behind it. it’s so quiet in the church that even their measured whispering feels blasphemously loud. he itches at his jaw and badly wants a cigarette.
this is true: “ i got this nice picture, " he measures out an estimate of its size with his fingers and thumbs. " of chuck berry. i keep it taped up on the mirror where ever i set up shop, blow him a kiss before i leave the dressing room for a show. think that's as close as i get to prayin' these days. “
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the interestings, pt. 2.
dialogue prompts from the interestings by meg wolitzer.
why would you think that's okay?
tell me everything i need to know, because i feel like i know nothing.
i completely believe in you, and i'm not the only one who does.
nothing you do is ever good enough, according to you.
who was it who made you like this, your mother or your father? or both?
i guess that's always been the case, but i've been naïve about it.
imagine just disappearing one day and never being seen again. who does that?
we had no idea what we were dealing with at the time. we were kids. we were idiots.
just because we don't talk about it doesn't mean it isn't there.
isn't knowing always better than not knowing, generally?
sometimes i have trouble distinguishing what should be kept as a thought.
help. my values are being kidnapped.
keep what i've told you to yourself.
time to get a lawyer.
i have a bad headache. i think i'm going to die.
you're an atheist. who would you pray to?
there's never any miracles. the story always ends the same way.
i've been trying to get a handle on you all night.
i can't tell if you're flirting with me.
you're adorable. i even like your anxiety.
there are some things in the world that are just not about you.
what kind of help do you think i need?
doesn't everyone deserve a chance to live in the world and not be hidden away?
i just felt so sad. i was overwhelmed by the futility of everything.
i have to tell someone, and you're the only one.
i can't bear to look deeply. inevitably you run into horrible things.
i can't sit still. i have an itch inside my body.
it's been this thing we don't really talk about openly. it was complicated.
i'm stubborn about my love, stingy about it. it comes and goes at the worst times.
you seem unburdened somehow.
maybe the best you can ever do is just cause less harm.
i never get to help you. you're always helping me.
there's nothing worse than money anxiety.
i can't believe i'll never see ____ again.
you do have a good memory.
i should have listened to you. i should always listen to you.
i don't want to sound like a therapist.
i think i deserve a moment of big honesty here.
if you're picking up on something, it's just that i feel kind of sad.
if everyone's an artist, then no one is.
it's good to have principles, but you have to adapt to the times.
closure, that impossible thing.
everyone seems like someone i sort of know. like people you see in a dream.
it's just so hard to think of you not being here.
sex can be love, or at least a very good distraction.
i don't know if i'm happy yet. i really have no idea.
do you have any idea what it's like where i live?
i feel like i've been swimming back to this place, all this time.
will you be okay? i do not mean in a cosmic sense.
people can't get enough of what they've lost, even if they don't want it anymore.
you're like a kid with milk. you've practically got a wine mustache.
you've never made me tell you things. you've never made me confess anything.
i don't know what you think you've done, but i can't believe it's irreparable.
that's a terrible story, i'm really sorry. and i'm sorry i never knew about it.
who are you? give me back my real ____.
a lot of time passed. that's mostly what happened. time.
the world will probably wear your kid down. you shouldn't.
Makes quite a hole for a little gun.
Ladies and gentlemen, Lenny Bruce.
The Thirteenth Floor (1999)
For the first time in my life, I’m fighting back to the bitter end. I’m not here to gentrify neighborhoods so white ladies like you can feel comfortable walking down the street.