"The first time I was struck with something, a chicken breast from Kenny Rogers. I was standing next to a garbage pail. I thought it might've been an accident, that they were throwing it out. The second time, it hit me square on the chin, a soft taco. Then, pop. A falafel. McNuggets. Always fast food. Fast food. Shit people would rather throw out than finish. It's easy. It tastes all right, but it doesn't really provide you any nourishment... [pause] I'm fast food...
[last lines of the movie]
Hello, America.
domingo, julio 01, 2007
Predicciones. Suposiciones. Buenas intenciones. Nadie puede predecir el clima, las tormentas, el sol de cada mañana en cada uno de nosotros.
Dave Spritz (Nicolas Cage as The Weather Man)
tecleado por Mat. cerca de las 11:40 p.m.
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