2. -You seem okay. But him, I don't like how he looks.
-Do you wanna fuck with my partner or do you wanna do business with us? 'Cause I don't give a shit how you think he looks.
Hah! Miami Vice. Juuri tuli tämäkin raina taas katsottua. Hyvä leffa, ei siinä mitään.
Laitetaan vaihteeksi hieman vaikeampi, joten helpotuksena en sensuroi nimeä vuorosanoissa.
1: I've been wondering, what is your line, Mr. Malone?
2: My line? My most effective one is to tell a girl she has hair like a tortured midnight, lips like a red couch in an ivory palace that I'm lonely and starved for affection. Then, I generally burst into tears. It seldom works.
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Women! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin' genius. The hair... They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips... and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert. Tits. Hoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don't care if they're Greek columns... or secondhand Steinways. What's between 'em... passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy. Hah! Are you listenin' to me, son? I'm givin' ya pearls here.
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1: We should get tuna.
2: Please no more tuna.
1: It has protein, we need protein.
2: Beans have protein.
1: Beans make you fart.
2: We got a convertible.