waste not, want not. Thanks.
Oh, God, Michael, give it to me.
Give it to me.
You know the way
all that red meat makes him hyper.
Sorry, sorry wasnt thinking.
Your father first.
Who earns the money in this house?
Da does.
Theyre all grand.
Theres enough for everyone.
They have to learn.
you just better go to bed
when youre told tonight.
Okay, mum.
Have you got Lynch with you, lads?
Check. We have
wooded up.
Lets see whats up in this motherfucker.
You aint got to be creepin.
What you want, Dog?
Give me that O.E.
Im gonna fuck with some of this ldes.
You not drink beer in store.
Hey, man, Im gonna pay you.
Hey, look, bitch...
You gettin on my nerves!
You hurry up and buy.
Shut the fuck up, man.
Just pay and leave.
Hey, man, I said Im gonna pay you.
Why dont you calm your motherfuckin nerves
waste of my time.
That is nicker
in any shop,
and youre complaining
about ?
What school of finance
did you study?
Its a deal, its a steal.
Its the sale
of the fucking century.
In fact, Ill keep it.
All right, keep your alans on.
Heres a ton.
[Both] Jesus Christ!
You could choke
a dozen donkeys on that.
Youre haggling over pound.
What dyou do when
youre not buying stereos -
finance revolutions?
is
The lonely sound of a buoy bell in the distance. Water slapping against a smooth, flat surface in rhythm. The creaking of wood.
Off in the very far distance, one can make out the sound of sirens.
SUDDENLY, a single match ignites and invades the darkness. It quivers for a moment. A dimly lit hand brings the rest of the pack to the match. A plume of yellow-white flame flares and illuminates the bat
Woods.
The first of the demonstrators.
Theyre here to protest the appearance later this week by Edmond Zuwanie.
Not just his political future but any future for him...
hinges on that speech to the General Assembly.
Dr Zuwanie is accused of genocide,
but hes expected to argue that his actions were a defensive response to terrorism...
and not acts of aggression, as some Security Council members hav
waste away before your eyes.
When the land is gone too...
...theres nothing to stand on or stand for either.
When do yall have to be out?
Closing is the first of June.
You could wait till then.
What for?
Down in Mexico...
...they got ranches so big...
...you cant ride from one end to the other in a week.
It aint all fenced in and sold off and played out.
Not down there.
You think they
Woods on a snowy Evening 이라는 시를 외웠는데 이 시는 제가 외우게 된 첫 영어 시 이기 때문에 평생을 잊지 못할 것입니다. 그리고 교수님께서 수업 중간 중간에 여담을 해주 실 때 보면 영어라는 한 장르뿐만 아니라 여러 분야에 관심도 많으시고 다방면으로 지식이 풍부한 것 같다 고 생각했습니다. 그러한
Small beams of light coming from lamps attached to the tower cut through the ground mist. We HEAR all the unidentifiable sounds of night in the woods. We also HEAR, very, very faintly, a slow, deliberate drum cadence. And as this starts, we begin to MOVE SLOWLY UP THE TOWER, more becomes visible now: ... the sandbags on the ground piled ten-high... the steel, fire escape-type stairway wrapping ar
wastes no time, unceremoniously...
...CUTS the painting from its frame with sure, perfect strokes.
Rolls it quickly in acid-free paper. Opens the cylindrical tube,
pulling out...
...another CANVAS which we cannot see. Deftly unrolls this,
fitting it carefully into the stolen paintings now-empty frame.
Re-hangs it. Stares for a beat through the opaque helmet visor.
Approves. Slips the rolled-up st
The Descent Script
Mister foreman,
have you arrived at a verdict?
We have, your honour.
We find the defendant
guilty of all charges.
-He has no priors--
-Thats misleading.
He has no convictions.
-ls he dangerous?
-No, but hes a slippery little shit.
Your honour,
request bail be continued--
Hes already wasted the jurys time,
not to mention yours.
-He has no priors, your honour.
-Judge, lock him in