Water-harvested berries were held in bins 25-27, and bins 17-24 held either wet or dry berries. Since water harvested berries did not need destoning, they went straight towards one of the 3 dechaffing units (holding up to 1500 bbls. per hour each). Then, these wet berries were taken to the drying units at different rates for those expected to be loaded into bulk trucks (200 bbls. per hour per dry
II. Temporary Holding
After the process berries were weighted, sampled and finally color graded, they were finally moved to one of the five Kiwanee dumpers which had rapidly moving belt conveyors. The berries were taken to one of the 27 temporary holding bins (bins 1-24 held 250 bbls. and bins 25-27 held 400 bbls. each) which were controlled from a central control panel. Although it usually took
fruit off you, Tom.
There was more small armoured
things in it than fruit.
You should open a butchers,
not a grocers.
If you order stuff
from Kathmandu,
dont be surprised
if it picks up a few tourists.
Anyway, enough.
Wheres the money?
Keep your fingers
out of my soup!
Soap is called Soap
because he keeps his hands
clean of unlawful behaviour.
Hes proud of his job
and more proud its legal.
He rep
nerve thats trapped.
She doesnt like to hear
"le fruit de vos entrailles est bni."
This is Gina, Amlies colleague, granddaughter of a healer.
She likes to crack her fingers.
Here you can see her bringing a Kir to Hipolito, the not-successful writer.
What he likes is to see a bullfighter getting gored.
This is Joseph. Ginas jealous ex-lover.
He spies on her to see if shes replaced him.
The onl
fruit from the trees. No more.
Now l must hunt with a price
on my head, rurales at my heels.
ll be back.
Enough!
Wel get the rest when we come back.
l love this village.
- l know you have your problems...
- Murderer! Thief!
Rafael!
Stupid!
Stupid!
We have to have
another discussion very soon.
lt always a pleasure to hear
the views of my good friend Sotero.
Maybe when l come back, hm?
!Adi!
Let go
fruit #
# And the barns are full of hay #
# Oh, Im bound to go where there aint no snow #
# Where the rain dont fall, the wind dont blow #
# In the big rock candy mountains #
# In the big rock candy mountains #
# You never change your socks #
# And the little streams of alcohol #
# Come a-trickling down the rocks #
# The brakemen have to tip their hats #
# And the railroad bulls are blind #
# The
his
because he was just crazy.
Ill kick your fucking asses
for you, you bunch of Marys.
Stay away from the fruit!
Keep your hands off the fruit!
You fucking Marys!
Ill kick you loose, you Marys!
The three of you!
Ill kick your fucking asses,
you fucking ball breakers!
Stay away from the vegetables!
What do you think this is?
Wait! Go make your mother
and father feed you!
Ill give you the heave-h
bunch
of ghosts or spooks or something.
Theyd even put bed sheets
on their horses and ride around.
And anyway, thats how
I got my name, Forrest Gump.
Mama said the Forrest part
was to remind me that sometimes
we all do things that, well,
just dont make no sense.
This way. Hold on.
All right.
What are yall staring at?
Havent you ever seen a little boy
with braces on his legs before?
Dont ever let
Jean De Florette Script
Uncle Papet, its me... Ugolin!
Its me.
Oh, its you, Galinette!
Youre back.
- Yes.
- Wait. Im coming!
No, just throw me the key!
Ill be right down.
What a surprise!
- Youre out of the army!
- Yes.
Come, eat something.
Im not hungry. We drank
all night in Marseilles, so...
Come for supper and well talk.
Okay. See you tonight.
No, thats enough.
Shes asking if you want more.
T