lunes, 12 de abril de 2010

Nada de ésto importa.

DESMOND: Who’s Penny?
CHARLIE: I don’t know. Oh, you felt it. Didn’t you?
DESMOND: I didn’t feel anything.
CHARLIE: Aye, then why are you accosting a man in a dressing gown?
DESMOND: Alright, come on. We’re leaving.
CHARLIE: You think I’m gonna go play at a rock concert after this? This doesn’t matter! None of this matters! All that matters is that we felt it.

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  1. -I choked.
    The entire bag of heroin
    is stuck in my throat.
    It's, uh, it's over.
    Everything starts to go dark.
    I'm slippin' into the abyss, and then...
    I see... her.
    - "Her"?
    - A woman.
    Rapturously beautiful.