quinta-feira, 4 de fevereiro de 2010

Sin Miedo a Nada

- It's funny. Yesterday we were like other people, just like everyone else. We had fun, we slept, we ate. We knew men and women. And now there's nobody. Just us two.

- Two's enough. Enough to drive a truck.

- But I like to be with people. Sitting outside in the evening, drinking wine and talking.

- About what?

- I don't know. Whatever comes into my head. Then you take a girl into the corner, give her a tickle. Don't you like women?

- No.

- You've had too easy a life.

- You think so?

- You were daddy's little boy. What does your father do?

- I'm an orphan.

- How old are you?

- A hundred.

- A hundred? Come on!

- Just takes a few months to get to be a hundred... if you're in the right place at the right time. Not even time for coffee.

The Wages of Fear (Henri-Georges Clouzot)