não que o Sporting de Braga tenha tenha feito um brilharete na UEFA.
não! aliás, fez tão boa figura como o FCP, o SLB e o SCP...
mas ao menos foram os únicos que, terminado o jogo, tiveram arte e engenho para por toda a gente à porrada!!
...me lembro de crescer a ouvir o doutor Soares a dizer baboseiras...
está aí o outono, com as suas coisas mais orgasmatrónicas, como os diospiros e a erva, e as menos orgasmatrónicas, como as depressões e as quedas de cabelo.
no entanto este ano o outono traz consigo a praia! como não há meios de chover vamos lá a ver até que mês consigo ir dar uns mergulhos!
uma coisa é certa: tem estado um espectáculo de praia, melhor que muitos dias em julho e agosto...
...a expressão vertical de um desejo horizontal...
vou por aqui algumas "quotes" do six feet under.
quem quiser pode encontrar mais algumas
aqui.
have fun!
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Nate: Look, I have to go identify our dead father's body. I'm sorry you're having a bad drug experience, but deal with it.
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Nate: This is my... uh, my girlfriend, Brenda.
Brenda: I prefer the term "fuck puppet".
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Brenda: The future is just a fucking concept that we use to avoid living today.
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Nate: Thank you for breakfast.
Brenda: Thank you for finding my G-spot this morning.
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Nate Sr.: Well, well. The prodigal returns. This is what you've been running away from your whole life, buddy boy. Scared the crap out of you when you were growing up, didn't it? And you thought you'd escape, well guess what, nobody escapes.
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[In front of a casket]
Elderly Man: You did a real good job on her.
David: Well, we do our best.
Elderly Man: If there's any justice in the universe, she's shoveling shit in hell right now.
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Brenda: Here's my number.
Nate: Your number?
Brenda: Yeah. In case you ever want to go on a date. You know, the kind where you buy me dinner before I put out.
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Brenda: I don't want any children.
Nate: Whoa. Hey. Who said anything about children?
Brenda: I was referring to you.
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Claire: I know stealing a foot is weird. But, hello, living in a house where a foot is available to be stolen is weird.
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[During a lap dance]
Stripper: Aren't you enjoying this even one bit?
David: Yeah, I'm loving it. Why?
Stripper: Well, your dick isn't responding.
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Claire: Why do people have to die?
Nate: To make life important.
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Mitzi Dalton-Huntley: Been running? It's bad for the knees.
Nate: Everything's bad for something.
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Claire: You know, it's polite for the first person downstairs to make coffee, even it that person has a penis.
Nate: Well, it's also polite for the first person in the bathroom to spend less than 45 minutes in there, even if that person has a vulva.
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Nate: What would you rather have, some overly educated gas bag like Trevor, or a semi-literate fuck-machine like me, come on.
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Margaret: Just because both your parents are shrinks doesn't mean you're a shrink.
Brenda: Well, just because you're a shrink doesn't mean you're not insane.
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Officer Keith Charles: Most guys I meet, they kinda just want me to be one thing.
Claire: What? Like, big black sex cop?
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Ruth: David, are you bringing a special friend to dinner?
David: Why are my friends always special?
Ruth: Okay, then, is the man your having sex with coming to dinner?
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Nate: I gotta go to work.
Billy: Bring out your dead.
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Nate Sr.: Life is wasted on the living.
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[Nate needs Claire to pick up some death certificates]
Nate: Uh, one's at a nursing home, and the other, I think... is also at a nursing home.
Claire: Ugh. I hate those places. All the old people want to touch my hair.
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Brenda: You know what I find interesting? If you lose a spouse, you're called a widow, or a widower. If you're a child and you lose your parents, then you're an orphan. But what's the word to describe a parent who loses a child? I guess that's just too fucking awful to even have a name.
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Ruth: Claire, are you depressed?
Claire: I'm not going to even answer that.
Ruth: Well, whatever you're going through, I hope you're not going to blame me
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Ruth: Mr. Powerful and his entourage are here.
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Billy: That's the thing about Narcissus, it's not that he's so fucking in love with himself, because he isn't at all, he fucking hates himself. It's that without that reflection looking back at him... he doesn't exist.
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David: I have to get control of myself.
Claire: No, David, if you were any more controlled, you'd be a sculpture. You know what? Last night I had a humiliating homosexual experience of my own.
David: Seriously? What happened?
Claire: Not much. I never even went down on her.
David: You can stop there.
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Olivier Castro-Staal: [to Claire on her new-found love with Russell] If you get lonely, have sex. But if you think you meet someone who really wants something from you? You're doomed.
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Officer Keith Charles: [talking to David about marriage] You're in my will, I'm in yours. We basically are married, even if the law refuses to recognize it. But then again, I refuse to recognize most of the Bush Administration. I guess it all evens out.
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Nate: So, Keith.
David: So what about him?
Nate: You guys are back together?
David: No.
Nate: He was there this morning.
David: He was a little drunk last night, I let him stay over. I was being polite.
Nate: Polite and horny.
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Brenda: So
how's it going?
Nate: Oh, it's great... great. My father's dead, my mom's a whore, my brother wants to kill me, and my sister's smoking crack. I think I win.
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Nate Sr.: [Nate Sr. and Nate are looking at Nate Sr.'s tombstone] Is that the best anybody could come up with "Father, Husband, Caregiver"?
Nate: How would you prefer it "Introvert, Sadist, Mindfucker"?
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