mielu.ro - blog

STU
(into pay phone)
Why did you do that to her? She never
did you any harm.

VOICE
How would you know? Everybody does
harm to somebody. And then they try
their best to forget it.

STU
Maybe me -- but not her. Whatever
I've done, there's no reason to take
it out on her.

VOICE
Suppose that's the only way I can
get to you? You claim you love her.

STU
Yeah, I do.

VOICE
You don't even love yourself.

STU
But Kelly... I would never hurt.

VOICE
Still you have to uphold your status
as an honorary asshole.

STU
Listen, I've treated all my women
decent. I never laid a hand on any
of them, even when provoked. And I
always let them down easy.
(beat)
I'm not ready to let Kelly go. Maybe
I never will be.

VOICE
What if she dumps you first? What's
the odds she's already taken up with
somebody? One day soon you'll come
home and find her gone along with
the CD player and the VCR.

STU
I'm not gonna let you mind-fuck me
all day! That's it. This call is
ended.

VOICE
Not until I say it is.

STU
What happens if I hang up?

VOICE
You don't really want to find out.

STU
I'm dying to hear this!!! What the
fuck can you do about it -- up in
your fucking high window with your
goddam binoculars?

VOICE
I never indicated I had binoculars.
I said I had a highly magnified
telescopic image of you that brought
you up so close I could see where
you nicked yourself under the chin
shaving this morning.

STU
Oh -- while you're at it, have a
look up my ass.

VOICE
I may very well do that, Stu. In the
meantime, think about what kind of
device has a telescopic sight mounted
on it.

STU
What? You mean... like a rifle?

VOICE
A high-powered .30 calibre bolt action
Remington 700 with a carbon one
modification and a state of the art
Henzholdt tactical sniperscope. And
you're in the cross hairs, Stu.

STU
I'm supposed to believe that?

VOICE
There's only one way I can prove it
to you. Hang up the receiver and
find out. At this range, the exit
wound ought to be about the size of
a small tangerine.

STU
And you're just going to kill me for
no reason?

VOICE
For plenty of reasons! Because you
hung up. For years I hated people
hanging up on me. Ex-girlfriends.
Women I didn't even know. Prospective
employers.

STU
I get hung up on all the time. You
get used to it.

VOICE
Or else you don't. I worked for months
getting people to switch to MCI --
being insulted at and being hung up
on hundreds of times a day. The ones
that cursed me out for invading their
privacy never bothered me as much as
those that clicked off without even
bothering to reply.

STU
Then why didn't you go after one of
them?

VOICE
Maybe you are one of them.

STU
Hey, I have worked in a boiler room
myself peddling "Term Life." I would
never be rude to a fellow salesperson.

VOICE
Can you feel it on you now? The heat
of it. I'm moving the strike zone
down to your stomach area. Now I'm
raising it up again. Directly above
the chest cavity -- sliding up to
the forehead just above the left
ear.

STU
Shit -- I do feel it.

Let's smoke this bitch.

I'm in here, Cesar.

Don't you move, Garfield.
Don't you make a move.
You killed my homeboy Benny.
And you cut off my finger.
Now let me hear you say that.

Yeah, I did it.

I told you, man!
Fucking A!
Let me do him.

No.

This nigga's mine.

You ever seen Deer Hunter?
Put it to your head...
...pull the trigger.
You gonna do yourself.

That macho enough for you?

That make me a man?

Take more than that to be me.

Yeah?

Then you do it.
Come on, maricôn.
Do it!

Vato's scared.

He's trying to weasel out.

He's fucking with your head!

Come on.

That's not how we playing the game.

Not man enough to play your own game?
Where's your cojones?

Shut up!

You gonna hide behind your homeboys?
Where's your pride?

Come on, I pulled three times.
You ain't pulled once.

What are you doing, man?
You disrespecting me?
You saying I ain't a man?

I'm saying you're a fool.
Don't be doing that shit, man!

You the man, Cesar.

You the man, and you ain't shit! You hear me?

He got character and you ain't got shit!

What the fuck?

Yeah, shoot his ass, homey.

Your turn.

You got some respect back now?

The only thing you respect is stupidity.
You willing to die for stupidity?
See, I am, if it'll teach you something.
You can't kill me, homeboy.
What I am, what I was, died over a year ago.
Everything I've ever wanted has been taken from me.
And no matter how many of you I get rid of...
...I can't get it back!
I was a teacher!
I wanted to help you!
You can't kill me!
And you can't scare me!

He's crazy, man.

That's right!
Isn't that what you respect?

Loco! Come on, Cesar!

If you're gonna be stupid, be all the way stupid!
Put it to your head, pull the trigger!
Do it!
Do it!
Do it!
Your whole way of life is bullshit!
Macho is bullshit!

It's all I got!

So now you're the victim?
Let me take your turn for you.

Shit! He's out! He's fucking out!
He smoked himself!
Let's go. Oh, man! Let's go, homey.

He took my turn.

What?

I could've taken my own motherfucking turn.

So fucking what? He's dead.

Let's go! Come on!

I've gotta do this.

Fuck this!

What are you doing? Let's go!

I got one in six chances.

I'm gonna beat this bitch.

What the f...?
Why'd you do that, man?
What's the fucking point?

Somehow...
...the sight of my own reflection...
...increased my loneliness.

The title of my essay is...

..."Mi Salida"...

..."My Way Out."

(pana la urma a avut norocul sa prinda si el un glontz in cap)

Undeva pe cer soarele s-a trezit in mijlocul norilor si cu un gest lenes s-a invelit cu ei.

Dimineatza, ca de obicei.. luni.. nasol.

Afara .. sambata dimineatza a nins, pe strada mergeai ce pe "drumul sarii", peste tot era sare ca sa nu fie probleme, in parc o masinutza mica curatza aleile parcului de zapada, tot ea curatza si trotuarele aleilor;
duminica .. a nins, masinile de dezapezit imprastiau sare si nisip, pe toate strazile, la ora 5 duminica seara toata lumea era la o lopata mica in strada, nu era frig asa ca se putea inchega si o discutie.

Ma trezesc devreme, pentru ca nu stiu exact cat de mult o sa alunec pe drum, afara un cancer de nedescris, barba era plina de condens inghetzat. Afara totul e inghetzat, zapada scartzaie, crengile inghetzate, aburii ce ies din mine, totul inspira un firg fenomenal.

La fabrica imi dau seama ca am uitat legitimatia acasa. Paznicul imi trece la nume Alexandru in loc de Mateescu. Mai bine, nu se stie cat timp mai pastrez Mateescu ca nume. Ma gandesc din ce in ce mai serios sa trec la Bilbiie. Mai stiu un tip (de fapt doi) care au facut faza asta.
Gabi e unul din ei, cred ca isi uraste tatal la fel de tare ca si mine. Iar al doilea e Cristian Troaca care a devenit Cristian David, a aparut si la stiri la un moment dat, inainte sa se certe PNL cu PD; el a facut-o pentru ca nu putea unul cu numele de Troaca sa zica ca Nastase e un porc .. nu cadra la stiri. Atat Gabi cat si eu avem un motiv, Gabi a luat numele de fata al sotziei, la mine numele lui bunicu' ar spune cel mai clar mesaj.

Am avut de facut un raport destul de greu asa ca intru direct in freza. Il termin cu 5 minute inainte de linia moarta .. Nu am fost in toata calatoria mea in Cehia asa de stresat cum am fost pentru raportul asta imbecil, nu neaparat pentru ca era foarte greu ci pentru ca ma tot frecase Nico la bibilica ca sa citesc documentatia, sa ma uit, sa incerc sa una si sa alta.
Acum astept sa vad CTC daca le-a placut cum a iesit piesa. Daca nu scrie nimeni nimic pana in pauza de pranz sunt un erou, daca scrie .. in functie de ce e scris pot sa fiu si fara contract de lucru.

Si faza .. faza .. de imi doream sa am la mine ceva ce Cosmin numeste "trei pe fund" - adica pe fundul cartusului sunt 3 alice cat unghia - si cand tragi ramane gaura. DECI, Nico vine ca o floricica la mine la 7:30 cand eu eram cu piesa pe jumatate facuta si cu nervii intinsi de la niste afetamina mai rau ca o coarda cand te lasi in ea la rapel; IAR Nico incepe si imi povesteasca cum s-a terminat o operatzie pe care am facut-o sambata impreuna, de imi venea sa .. 3 pe fund. Cum se poate frate sa te bata la cap sa faci ceva si cand esti pe felie si lucrezi sa vina sa iti distraga atentia.. francez, ce pot spune mai mult ?!?!

azi am gasit in buda de la fabrica, aruncat pe jos, un ziar. reclama de la VW de pe ultima pagina m-a facut sa ma gandesc ca, in definitiv, asa trebuiesc privite si legendele olimpului, ca o fisa tehnica a unei masini ..
e zeu (deci e produs in germania), dupa care .. e phaeton deci (e un model recent), fiul lui apollo (da da da).
alte caracteristici: W12 6.0 450PS in zilele bune iar in cele in care se trezeste cu fatza la cearceaf V6 TDI 3.0 225PS 6spd

Cats and dogs out there, huh?
Must have a lot going on for all that stuff back there.
You could...
You could have quite a party with all that stuff.
You been on Prozac long? Dexedrine?
I don't...
Interesting drugs.
Dexedrine's basically speed in a pill, you know?
But I guess a lot of the doctors... are balancing out the Prozac with the Dexedrine.
That liquid morphine will knock you down... out, around, up and down, someone's not careful.
You can't mix those up.
Strong stuff here, boy.
What exactly you have wrong, you need all this stuff?
- Motherfucker!
- What?

What are you talking about?
You fucking asshole!
Who the fuck do you think you are?
I come in here... you don't know who I am, what my life is...and you have the balls, the indecency... to ask me a question about my life?

Please, lady, why don't you just calm down?

Fuck you, too! Don't you call me lady!

I come in here, I give these things to you... you check, you make your phone calls... look suspicious, ask questions!
I'm sick!
I have sickness all around me, and you ask me my life?

What's wrong? Have you seen death in your bed? In your house? Where's your fucking decency?

And then I'm asked fucking questions.
What's... wrong?!

You suck my dick! That's what's wrong!
And you fucking call me lady?!

Shame on you!

Shame on both of you!