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Listen to the angels sing,
I can hear them crying.
I can see their burning wings
I can hear them dying...

...screw it, let's roadtrip!


There she is

Lady Myers

My beautiful
My lover





temptations

nu så

pulp

Jules: [Jules shoots the man on the couch] I'm sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that. Please, continue, you were saying something about best intentions. What's the matter? Oh, you were finished! Well, allow me to retort. What does Marsellus Wallace look like? 
Brett: What? 
Jules: What country are you from? 
Brett: What? What? Wh - ? 
Jules: "What" ain't no country I've ever heard of. They speak English in What? 
Brett: What? 
Jules: English, motherfucker, do you speak it? 
Brett: Yes! Yes! 
Jules: Then you know what I'm sayin'! 
Brett: Yes! 
Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like! 
Brett: What? 
Jules: Say 'what' again. Say 'what' again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say what one more Goddamn time!

somewhere in ryssby

Kassörska: (...) så gör en riktig rocker!

Jag: Jupp! Handlar cola på kredit!

Pulp fiction <3

Maynard: Nobody kills anyone in my store except me and Zed. 
[doorbell rings
Maynard: That's Zed.

so...

Jules: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... stop right there. Eatin' a bitch out, and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing. 
Vincent: It's not. It's the same ballpark. 
Jules: Ain't no fuckin' ballpark neither. Now look, maybe your method of massage differs from mine, but, you know, touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her Holiest of Holies, ain't the same fuckin' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport. Look, foot massages don't mean shit. 
Vincent: Have you ever given a foot massage? 
Jules: [scoffs] Don't be tellin' me about foot massages. I'm the foot fuckin' master. 
Vincent: Given a lot of 'em? 
Jules: Shit yeah. I got my technique down and everything, I don't be ticklin' or nothin'. 
Vincent: Would you give a guy a foot massage? 
[Jules gives Vincent a long look, realizing he's been set up
Jules: Fuck you. 
Vincent: You give them a lot? 
Jules: Fuck you. 
Vincent: You know, I'm getting kinda tired. I could use a foot massage myself. 
Jules: Man, you best back off, I'm gittin' a little pissed here.

"Avatar" in the 70's


Takin' some time off


uuuhm....so listen! I've been thinking



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