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.


"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.

Dave Spritz (Nicolas Cage as The Weather Man)


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