problema de expressão
Brian: You're rich and women love you, and I'm from Ohio and I'm drunk. Can I tell you the truth?
David: Everybody does.
Brian: I dig her, and I've never said this to you before about any girl. But she could be, could be, could be, could be the girl of my fucking dreams.
David: You're not from Ohio.
Brian: I know.
David: Everybody does.
Brian: I dig her, and I've never said this to you before about any girl. But she could be, could be, could be, could be the girl of my fucking dreams.
David: You're not from Ohio.
Brian: I know.
posted by pedro at 1:56 da manhã
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David: My dreams are a cruel joke. They taunt me. Even in my dreams I'm an idiot... who knows he's about to wake up to reality. If I could only avoid sleep. But I can't. I try to tell myself what to dream. I try to dream that I am flying. Something free. It never works...
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Sofía: Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.
Baci =)
Edmund: There are no guarantees, but remember: Even in the future, the sweet is never as sweet without the sour.
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