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Titolo: [RECAP] Riassunto 806 - La festa di Halloween

806 "TOW the Halloween Party"
Monica annunci di voler tenere una festa di Halloween e costringe gli
amici a partecipare indossando un costume. Ross non vede l'ora di
portare Mona, che e' stata la sua ragazza negli ultimi quattro mesi...
All'inizio dei festeggiamenti Monica e' splendida nel suo
aderentissimo vestito da Catwoman, Rachel si presenta "vestita" da
donna single, Phoebe da Supergirl. Sfortunatamente Chandler, per un
piccolo errore di colorazione, arriva vestito da coniglio rosa. Joey
si presenta in abbigliamento da "Chandler" mentre Ross riesce
nell'ardua impresa di semnbrare piu' stupido del coniglio, essendosi
vestito da patata gigante con antenne sulla testa... Nessuno capisce
cosa sia, ma quando si presenta Mona come infermiera sexy, lei deduce
essere uno Spudnik...
catwoman si chiede chi potrebbe vincere in una sfida, se lei o
Supergirl e chiede supporto a Chandler. Joey precisa che sarebbe
Phoebe a vincere, per via del periodo passato in "strada" e per via
del carattere "pazzo". Questo risveglia "la bestia", ma Joey riesce
abilmente a distrarla chiedendolo chi potrebbe vincere in una sfida
fra Ross e chandler.
Sorprendentemente Monica sceglie il fratello, offendendo grandemente
il coniglio rosa. Spudnik dichiara che puo' distruggerlo quando vuole
e Monica deve intromettersi per interrompere il "combattimento". Ma
quando chandler si lamenta, Mona propone che i due si sfidino a
braccio di ferro.
I due si mettono faccia a faccia, sbuffanti, fino al punto in cui Ross
convince Chandler a lasciarlo vincere per fare bella figura di fronte
a Mona. La mogliettina consola Chandler per la sconfitta, ma non vuole
credere alla storia e Ross non lo appoggia umiliandolo di fronte a
Monica. Il coniglio ne ha abbastanza e sfida Catwoman, ma non appena
sono in posizione si rende conto del tragico errore...
                             ---o0o---
Il "nuovo" istinto materno di Rachel la porta a prendersi carico dei
dolci per i bambini-dolcetto-o-scherzetto, ma non sa esattamente come
comportarsi: se urlare, essere gentile o complimentarsi per la scelta
dei vestiti...
Sfortunatamente Rachel si "innamora" di una piccola ballerina, al
punto da darle tutti i dolci; cosi' inizia a dare soldi ai bambini e
quando li finisce, inizia firmare assegni! :))
Rachel viene salvata da Gunther che porta altri dolci, ma la sua
ricompensa e' scoprire che Rachel pensa che lui sia gay. A peggiorare
la situazione arriva un bambino a lamentarsi del fatto che non gli e'
stato dato del denaro, Rachel entra nel panico, perde le staffe e poi
gli rifila 50 dollari affinche' smetta di piangere...
Rachel si preoccupa di non essere capace a gestire dei bambini, ma e'
Joey che saggiamente le spiega che i bambini solitamente impazziscono
ad Halloween, drogati di zucchero come sono... 
                             ---o0o---
Dopo che Phoebe ha incontrato la gemella e ha scoperto che sta per
sposarsi, Ursula, con riluttanza, la invita al matrimonio. Phoebe le
dice della festa di Monica e la invita assieme al fidanzato Eric.
Quando lui si presenta, da solo, scambia Phoebe per Ursula e le mette
una mano sul culo...
Eric e' imbarazzatissimo di scoprire l'errore e a Phoebe inizia a
piacere quel tipo "strano". Quando Ursula arriva, Phoebe si rende
conto che la gemella ha mentito sull'eta' e sul fatto di essere
un'insegnante e una volontaria invece di una cameriera.
Phoebe confronta la sorella sul ballatoio, ma lei non si dimostra
pentita, andandosene dalla festa assieme a Eric. Qualche istante dopo
lui torna a riprendere la borsetta dimenticata dalla fidanzata e
Phoebe non riesce a trattenersi oltre. Mette a nudo le bugie di Ursula
e quindo conforta Eric che si sente stupido... e scopre di aver
trovato una versione piu' dolce della donna che ama...
                             ---o0o---
Questo episodio vede il ritorno di Mark J. Kunerth, uno sceneggiatore
di episodi della terza e quarta stagione: che splendido ritorno! In
sette anni Friends non ha mai avuto uno speciale di Halloween e
finalmente colma la lacuna... ed e' valso la pena attendere...
La storia di Phoebe ed Eric ha visto una Lisa Kudrow molto "leggera" e
uno Sean Penn particolarmente "moderato" e "invisibile"...
Rachel e' stata divertente alle prese con l'istinto materno che si
affaccia alla ribalta della sua vita, tuttavia l'attrice ha dovuto
fare gli straordinari per rivitalizzare una storyline tutto sommato
debole. Purtuttavia ha avuto dei bei duetti con Gunther e i bambini,
nonostante Matt LeBlanc abbia letteralmente rubato la conclusione
consolidando Joey nella posizione di consigliere...
Nel frattempo Chandler e' stato molto divertente con la storia del
coniglio e Ross ha avuto un sacco di tempo per mostrarsi in quel
ridicolo costume. Mona sta diventando uno dei migliori personaggi
ricorrenti della serie, ma la regina dell'episodio e' indubbiamente
Courteney Cox Arquette, che alla fine ha forse trovato i toni della
nuova signora Bing, fra l'altro scandalosamente sexy in quel favoloso
costume...
                             ---o0o---
Visto che il presente episodio e' ambientato il 31 di ottobre, la
timeline ha saltato a piedi uniti la data che tutti ricorderemo - l'11
settembre - passando da circa 11 settimane prima a sette settimane
dopo. Tuttavia l'evento non e' stato del tutto dimenticato, visto che
Joey porta sopra la maglietta un badge del FDNY, in tributo a tutti i
pompieri che hanno perso la vita quel giorno.
Molte sitcom hanno uno speciale di Halloween ogni anno, ma Friends ha
sempre resistito alla tradizione, fino ad oggi. Beh, piu' o meno,
visto che ci sono stati riferimenti della 606 (TOO the Last Night),
quando Ross "crea" un finto Ben da una zucca.
Ross prega Joey di non portargli via Mona. Non e' piu' o meno lo
stesso atteggiamento di Chandler quando prega Ross di non portargli
via il frac?
Quanto diavolo alti erano i tacchi di Catwoman? H___H
Dal 1989 al 1995, Courteney Cox aveva una relazione con Michael
Keaton. In quel periodo lui recito' in "Batman Returns" (1992) con
Michelle Pfeiffer nei panni di Catwoman. Coincidenza?
Splendida continuita' scoprire che il libro preferito di Chandler era
"The velveteen rabbit"... Nella 406 (TOW the Dirty Girl) era il libro
che lui comprava per il compleanno di Kathy, libro che Rachel adorava
perche' l'amore del ragazzo aveva reso "vero" il coniglio. Nella 514
(TOW Everyone Finds Out) spacciava, come giustificazione della sua
tenerezza, un tenero piccolo coniglietto come nonna...
[Monica: You are so cute! How did you get to be so cute?
Chandler: Well, my Grandfather was Swedish and my Grandmother was
actually a tiny little bunny...]
I "conigli" hanno a che fare con la sua lista delle celebrita' e
possiamo immaginare il suo piacere quando Monica gli ha regalato un
"sock bunny" nella 617 (TOW the Unagi).
Avete riconosciuto qualche tratto distintivo di Chandler
nell'imitazione di Joey?
Non e' Mona un tesoro di donna? Sembra apprezzare le idee di Ross -
molto piu' di quanto si potrebbe dire di Rachel, che utilizzava il
sesso per farlo stare zitto...
Quindi Rachel crede che Gunther sia gay... 
L'episodio e' stato trasmesso il primo di novembre, quattro mesi dopo
l'incontro fra Ross e Mona nella 805 alla fine di giugno (trasmesso il
25 ottobre). In quell'episodio Ross diceva che Rachel aveva davanti
ancora 7 mesi di gravidanza, il che ci porta a pensare che adesso ne
manchino 3.
Dando per assodato che Rachel e' molto magra, le dimensioni della
pancia sono credibili per una donna al sesto mese di gravidanza?
Splendidi effetti speciali, come al solito, per i duetti fra le
gemelle, in particolare l'inquadratura di apertura dove si incontrano
per strada.
Avete notano, in quell'occasione, la bandiera americana su una delle
finestre?
Ursula e' stata piu' gentile del solito con la gemella... Puo' questo
lasciar presagire una relazione un po' piu' stretta fra le due in
futuro?
E' stato bello rivedere Ursula, anche se non dispiacerebbe rivederla
in scene di interazione con il resto del cast, anche se questo
vorrebbe dire non avere Phoebe nelle scene, per via dei costi elevati
degli effetti speciali. Ma di nuovo Ursula non interagisce con nessuno
degli altri, non appare nemmeno nelle stesse inquadrature... hanno
girato le sue scene in un secondo tempo?
Ursula vuole rapinare una banca??
Questo vuol dire che ha lasciato il business del porno?
                             ---o0o---
Ok, tempo di scegliere il preferito...
Chi aveva il miglior costume? E chi il piu' divertente?
      Eric - sistema solare
      Joey - Chandler
      Mona - infermiera
      Ross - Spudnik
      Monica - Catwoman
      Phoebe - Supergirl
      Rachel - ragazza single
      Ursula - qualcosa in nero (idee?)
      Gunther - qualcosa in giallo (idee?)
      Chandler - coniglio rosa
-- 
j./DeHaven mette su un broncio simile a una monetina senza incisioni, e 
volta verso l'angolo in cui e' stretto Sternberg una guancia mezza 
umana e mezza kabuki.
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 Phoebe - Supergirl
Courteney / in ordine
--
Mike Bongiorno racconta di quando ha spaccato una bandiera della
Juventus in testa a Zeffirelli
"Eh, che bei ricordi"

Ursula e' stata piu' gentile del solito con la gemella
come no, l'ha invitata al matrimonio cosi' poteva fingere di essere la
sua 'amata gemella', che tesoro :)
-- 
'doppiagg is for ugly people' <SB>

 Rachel si presenta "vestita" da donna single
'I am a woman who spent a lot of money on a dress and she
wants to wear it, because soon she won't be able to fit into it.'
da' tutta un'altra impressione :)


N O !
buona li', tu... e' carina da morire e adorabile... :)
-- 
j./A child of five could understand this!  Fetch me a child of five.
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E chi il piu' divertente?
quasi senza dubbio Eric per l'originalita', anche se Chandler gli da
del filo da torcere... :))
-- 
j./Paranoia is the belief in a hidden order behind the visible.
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buona li', tu... e' carina da morire e adorabile... :)
Oh, Please!!
Courteney / son meglio io ;PPPP

Oh, Please!!
sarai anche di parte perche' fai il tifo per Ross e Rachel, ma a me
sembra indiscutibilmente un tesoro di ragazza...
-- 
j./Stand back boy! This calls for some divine intervention!
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       Gunther - qualcosa in giallo (idee?)
Credevo fosse una tenuta da calcio...no?
MM

accorpandolo all'ordine del 5° Harry Potter ^_^;;
poi lo trascrivi e ce lo posti? ;)) 
-- 
j./Today's subliminal thought is:
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 poi lo trascrivi e ce lo posti? ;))
48 pagine? I don't think so :P
(Ho ordinato l'edizione deluxe, ma ce n'è anche una paperback a poco più di
4 sterline, se interessa :-D)

      Gunther - qualcosa in giallo (idee?)
COMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE???????????????
Ma da dove viene questo anonimo secentista inglese???????? Come si fa
a non riconoscere Charlie Brown??????
Comunque il mio voto va a lui.
Ciao
Cek
--
Chissa' come ti trovi bene senza le tue pene
Chissa' come ti trovi bene col tuo nuovo pene
                                Veleno - Afterhours

48 pagine? I don't think so :P
ok, faccio io, allora...
ecco la trascrizione del libro... per scoprire perche' e' tanto citato
in Friends... almeno adesso lo tradurrai? :))
---------------------------
The Velveteen Rabbit
or
How Toys Become Real
---------------------------
THERE was once a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really
splendid. He was fat and bunchy, as a rabbit should be; his coat was
spotted brown and white, he had real thread whiskers, and his ears
were lined with pink sateen. On Christmas morning, when he sat wedged
in the top of the Boy's stocking, with a sprig of holly between his
paws, the effect was charming. 
There were other things in the stocking, nuts and oranges and a toy
engine, and chocolate almonds and a clockwork mouse, but the Rabbit
was quite the best of all. For at least two hours the Boy loved him,
and then Aunts and Uncles came to dinner, and there was a great
rustling of tissue paper and unwrapping of parcels, and in the
excitement of looking at all the new presents the Velveteen Rabbit was
forgotten. 
For a long time he lived in the toy cupboard or on the nursery floor,
and no one thought very much about him. He was naturally shy, and
being only made of velveteen, some of the more expensive toys quite
snubbed him. The mechanical toys were very superior, and looked down
upon every one else; they were full of modern ideas, and pretended
they were real. The model boat, who had lived through two seasons and
lost most of his paint, caught the tone from them and never missed an
opportunity of referring to his rigging in technical terms. The Rabbit
could not claim to be a model of anything, for he didn't know that
real rabbits existed; he thought they were all stuffed with sawdust
like himself, and he understood that sawdust was quite out-of-date and
should never be mentioned in modern circles. Even Timothy, the jointed
wooden lion, who was made by the disabled soldiers, and should have
had broader views, put on airs and pretended he was connected with
Government. Between them all the poor little Rabbit was made to feel
himself very insignificant and commonplace, and the only person who
was kind to him at all was the Skin Horse. 
The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others.
He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the
seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled
out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long
succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and
by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they
were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery
magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that
are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all
about it. 
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by
side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does
it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?" 
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that
happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just
to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." 
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. 
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When
you are Real you don't mind being hurt." 
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit
by bit?" 
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It
takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who
break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.
Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved
off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very
shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are
Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." 
"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had
not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the
Skin Horse only smiled. 
"The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years
ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for
always." 
The Rabbit sighed. He thought it would be a long time before this
magic called Real happened to him. He longed to become Real, to know
what it felt like; and yet the idea of growing shabby and losing his
eyes and whiskers was rather sad. He wished that he could become it
without these uncomfortable things happening to him. 
There was a person called Nana who ruled the nursery. Sometimes she
took no notice of the playthings lying about, and sometimes, for no
reason whatever, she went swooping about like a great wind and hustled
them away in cupboards. She called this "tidying up," and the
playthings all hated it, especially the tin ones. The Rabbit didn't
mind it so much, for wherever he was thrown he came down soft. 
One evening, when the Boy was going to bed, he couldn't find the china
dog that always slept with him. Nana was in a hurry, and it was too
much trouble to hunt for china dogs at bedtime, so she simply looked
about her, and seeing that the toy cupboard stood open, she made a
swoop. 
"Here," she said, "take your old Bunny! He'll do to sleep with you!"
And she dragged the Rabbit out by one ear, and put him into the Boy's
arms. 
That night, and for many nights after, the Velveteen Rabbit slept in
the Boy's bed. At first he found it uncomfortable, for the Boy hugged
him very tight, and sometimes he rolled over on him, and sometimes he
pushed him so far under the pillow that the Rabbit could scarcely
breathe. And he missed, too, those long moonlight hours in the
nursery, when all the house was silent, and his talks with the Skin
Horse. But very soon he grew to like it, for the Boy used to talk to
him, and made nice tunnels for him under the bedclothes that he said
were like the burrow the real rabbits lived in. And they had splendid
games together, in whispers, when Nana had gone away to her supper and
left the night-light burning on the mantelpiece. And when the Boy
dropped off to sleep, the Rabbit would snuggle down close under his
little warm chin and dream, with the Boy's hands clasped close round
him all night long. 
And so time went on, and the little Rabbit was very happy -- so happy
that he never noticed how his beautiful velveteen fur was getting
shabbier and shabbier, and his tail becoming unsewn, and all the pink
rubbed off his nose where the Boy had kissed him. 
Spring came, and they had long days in the garden, for wherever the
Boy went the Rabbit went too. He had rides in the wheelbarrow, and
picnics on the grass, and lovely fairy huts built for him under the
raspberry canes behind the flower border. And once, when the Boy was
called away suddenly to go to tea, the Rabbit was left out on the lawn
until long after dusk, and Nana had to come and look for him with the
candle because the Boy couldn't go to sleep unless he was there. He
was wet through with the dew and quite earthy from diving into the
burrows the Boy had made for him in the flower bed, and Nana grumbled
as she rubbed him off with a corner of her apron. 
"You must have your old Bunny!" she said. "Fancy all that fuss for a
toy!" 
"Give me my Bunny!" he said. "You mustn't say that. He isn't a toy.
He's REAL!" 
When the little Rabbit heard that he was happy, for he knew what the
Skin Horse had said was true at last. The nursery magic had happened
to him, and he was a toy no longer. He was Real. The Boy himself had
said it. 
That night he was almost too happy to sleep, and so much love stirred
in his little sawdust heart that it almost burst. And into his
boot-button eyes, that had long ago lost their polish, there came a
look of wisdom and beauty, so that even Nana noticed it next morning
when she picked him up, and said, "I declare if that old Bunny hasn't
got quite a knowing expression!" 
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That was a wonderful Summer! 
Near the house where they lived there was a wood, and in the long June
evening the Boy liked to go there after tea to play. He took the
Velveteen Rabbit with him, and before he wandered off to pick flowers,
or play at brigands among the trees, he always made the Rabbit a
little nest somewhere among the bracken, where he would be quite cosy,
for he was a kind-hearted little boy and he liked Bunny to be
comfortable. One evening, while the Rabbit was lying there alone,
watching the ants that ran to and fro between his velvet paws in the
grass, he saw two strange beings creep out of the tall bracken near
him. 
They were rabbits like himself, but quite furry and brand-new. They
must have been very well made, for their seams didn't show at all, and
they changed shape in a queer way when they moved; one minute they
were long and thin and the next minute fat and bunchy, instead of
always staying the same like he did. Their feet padded softly on the
ground, and they crept quite close to him, twitching their noses,
while the Rabbit stared hard to see which side the clockwork stuck
out, for he knew that people who jump generally have something to wind
them up. But he couldn't see it. They were evidently a new kind of
rabbit altogether. 
They stared at him, and the little Rabbit stared back. And all the
time their noses twitched. 
"Why don't you get up and play with us?" one of them asked. 
"I don't feel like it," said the Rabbit, for he didn't want to explain
that he had no clockwork. 
"Ho!" said the furry rabbit. "It's as easy as anything," And he gave a
big hop sideways and stood on his hind legs. 
"I don't believe you can!" he said. 
"I can!" said the little Rabbit. "I can jump higher than anything" He
meant when the Boy threw him, but of course he didn't want to say so. 
"Can you hop on your hind legs?" asked the furry rabbit? 
That was a dreadful question, for the Velveteen rabbit had no hind
legs at all! The back of him was made all in one piece, like a
pincushion. He sat still in the bracken, and hoped that the other
rabbit wouldn't notice. 
"I don't want to!" he said again. 
But the wild rabbits have very sharp eyes. And this one stretched out
his neck and looked. 
"He hasn't got any hind legs" he called out. "Fancy a rabbit without
any hind legs" And he began to laugh. 
"I have!" cried the little Rabbit. "I have got hind legs! I am sitting
on them" 
"Then stretch them out and show me, like this!" said the wild rabbit.
And he began to whirl around and dance, till the little Rabbit got
quite dizzy. 
"I don't like dancing," he said. "I'd rather sit still!" 
But all the while he was longing to dance, for a funny new tickly
feeling ran through him, and he felt he would give anything in the
world to be able to jump about like these rabbits did. 
The strange rabbit stopped dancing, and came quite close. He came so
close this time that his long whiskers brushed the Velveteen Rabbit's
ear, and then he wrinkled his nose suddenly and flattened his ears and
jumped backwards. 
"He doesn't smell right!" he exclaimed. "He isn't a rabbit at all! He
isn't real!" 
"I am Real!" said the little Rabbit. "I am Real! The Boy said so!" And
he nearly began to cry. 
Just then there was a sound of footsteps, and the Boy ran past near
them, and with a stamp of feet and a flash of white tails the two
strange rabbits disappeared. 
"Come back and play with me!" called the little Rabbit. "Oh, do come
back! I know I am Real!" 
But there was no answer, only the little ants ran to and fro, and the
bracken swayed gently where the two strangers had passed. The
Velveteen Rabbit was all alone. 
"Oh, dear!" he thought. "Why did they run away like that? Why couldn't
they stop and talk to me?" 
For a long time he lay very still, watching the bracken, and hoping
that they would come back. But they never returned, and presently the
sun sank lower and the little white moths fluttered out, and the Boy
came and carried him home. 
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Weeks passed, and the little Rabbit grew very old and shabby, but the
Boy loved him just as much. He loved him so hard that he loved all his
whiskers off, and the pink lining to his ears turned grey, and his
brown spots faded. He even began to lose his shape, and he scarcely
looked like a rabbit any more, except to the Boy. To him he was always
beautiful, and that was all that the little Rabbit cared about. He
didn't mind how he looked to other people, because the nursery magic
had made him Real, and when you are Real shabbiness doesn't matter. 
And then, one day, the Boy was ill. 
His face grew very flushed, and he talked in his sleep, and his little
body was so hot that it burned the Rabbit when he held him lose. 
Strange people came and went in the nursery, and a light burned all
night and through it all the little Velveteen Rabbit lay there, hidden
from sight under the bedclothes, and he never stirred, for he was
afraid that if they found him some one might take him away, and he
knew that the Boy needed him. 
It was a long weary time, for the Boy was too ill to play, and the
little Rabbit found it rather dull with nothing to do all day long.
But he snuggled down patiently, and looked forward to the time when
the Boy should be well again, and they would go out in the garden
amongst the flowers and the butterflies and play splendid games in the
raspberry thicket like they used to. All sorts of delightful things he
planned, and while the Boy lay half asleep he crept up close to the
pillow and whispered them in his ear. And presently the fever turned,
and the Boy got better. He was able to sit up in bed and look at
picture-books, while the little Rabbit cuddled close at his side. And
one day, they let him get up and dress. 
It was a bright, sunny morning, and the windows stood wide open. They
had carried the Boy out on the balcony, wrapped in a shawl, and the
little Rabbit lay tangled up among the bedclothes, thinking. 
The Boy was going to the seaside to-morrow. Everything was arranged,
and now it only remained to carry out the doctor's orders. They talked
about it all, while the little Rabbit lay under the bedclothes, with
just his head peeping out, and listened. The room was to be
disinfected, and all the books and toys that the Boy had played with
in bed must be burnt. 
"Hurrah!" thought the little Rabbit. "To-morrow we shall go to the
seaside!" For the boy had often talked of the seaside, and he wanted
very much to see the big waves coming in, and the tiny crabs, and the
sand castles. 
Just then Nana caught sight of him. 
"How about his old Bunny?" she asked. 
"That?" said the doctor. "Why, it's a mass of scarlet fever germs! --
Burn it at once. What? Nonsense! Get him a new one. He mustn't have
that any more!" 
And so the little Rabbit was put into a sack with the old
picture-books and a lot of rubbish, and carried out to the end of the
garden behind the fowl-house. That was a fine place to make a bonfire,
only the gardener was too busy just then to attend to it. He had the
potatoes to dig and the green peas to gather, but next morning he
promised to come early and burn the whole lot. 
That night the Boy slept in a different bedroom, and he had a new
bunny to sleep with him. It was a splendid bunny, all white plush with
real glass eyes, but the Boy was too excited to care very much about
it. For to-morrow he was going to the seaside, and that in itself was
such a wonderful thing that he could think of nothing else. 
And while the Boy was asleep, dreaming of the seaside, the little
Rabbit lay among the old picture-books in the corner behind the
fowl-house, and he felt very lonely. The sack had been left untied,
and so by wriggling a bit he was able to get his head through the
opening and look out. He was shivering a little, for he had always
been used to sleeping in a proper bed, and by this time his coat had
worn so thin and threadbare from hugging that it was no longer any
protection to him. Near by he could see the thicket of raspberry
canes, growing tall and close like a tropical jungle, in whose shadow
he had played with the Boy on bygone mornings. He thought of those
long sunlit hours in the garden -- how happy they were -- and a great
sadness came over him. He seemed to see them all pass before him, each
more beautiful than the other, the fairy huts in the flower-bed, the
quiet evenings in the wood when he lay in the bracken and the little
ants ran over his paws; the wonderful day when he first knew that he
was Real. He thought of the Skin Horse, so wise and gentle, and all
that he had told him. Of what use was it to be loved and lose one's
beauty and become Real if it all ended like this? And a tear, a real
tear, trickled down his little shabby velvet nose and fell to the
ground. 
And then a strange thing happened. For where the tear had fallen a
flower grew out of the ground, a mysterious flower, not at all like
any that grew in the garden. It had slender green leaves the colour of
emeralds, and in the centre of the leaves a blossom like a golden cup.
It was so beautiful that the little Rabbit forgot to cry, and just lay
there watching it. And presently the blossom opened, and out of it
there stepped a fairy. 
She was quite the loveliest fairy in the whole world. Her dress was of
pearl and dew-drops, and there were flowers round her neck and in her
hair, and her face was like the most perfect flower of all. And she
came close to the little Rabbit and gathered him up in her arms and
kissed him on his velveteen nose that was all damp from crying. 
"Little Rabbit," she said, "don't you know who I am?" 
The Rabbit looked up at her, and it seemed to him that he had seen her
face before, but he couldn't think where. 
"I am the nursery magic Fairy," she said. "I take care of all the
playthings that the children have loved. When they are old and worn
out, and the children don't need them any more, then I come and take
them away with me and turn them into Real." 
"Wasn't I Real before?" asked the little Rabbit. 
"You were Real to the Boy," the Fairy said, "because he loved you. Now
you shall be Real to every one." 
And she held the little Rabbit close in her arms and flew with him
into the wood. 
It was light now, for the moon had risen. All the forest was
beautiful, and the fronds of the bracken shone like frosted silver. In
the open glade between the tree-trunks the wild rabbits danced with
their shadows on the velvet grass, but when they saw the Fairy they
all stopped dancing and stood round in a ring to stare at her. 
"I've brought you a new playfellow," the Fairy said. "You must be very
kind to him and teach him all he needs to know in Rabbit-land, for he
is going to live with you for ever and ever!" 
And she kissed the little Rabbit again and put him down on the grass. 
"Run and play, little Rabbit!" she said. 
But the little Rabbit sat quite still for a moment and never moved.
For when he saw all the wild rabbits dancing around him he suddenly
remembered about his hind legs, and he didn't want them to see that he
was made all in one piece. He did not know that when the Fairy kissed
him that last time she had changed him altogether. And he might have
sat there a long time, too shy to move, if just then something hadn't
tickled his nose, and before he thought what he was doing he lifted
his hind toe to scratch it. 
And he found that he actually had hind legs! Instead of dingy
velveteen he had brown fur, soft and shiny, his ears twitched by
themselves, and his whiskers were so long that they brushed the grass.
He gave one leap and the joy of using those hind legs was so great
that he went springing about the turf with them, jumping sideways and
whirling round as the other did, and he grew so excited that when at
last he did stop to look for the Fairy she had gone. 
He was a Real Rabbit at last, at home with the other rabbits. 
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Autumn passed and Winter, and in the Spring, when the days grew warm
and sunny, the Boy went out to play in the wood behind the house. And
while he was playing, two rabbits crept out from the bracken and
peeped at him. One of them was brown all over, but the other had
strange markings under his fur, as though long ago he had been
spotted, and the spots still showed through. And about his little soft
nose and his round back eyes there was something familiar, so that the
Boy thought to himself: 
"Why, he looks just like my old Bunny that was lost when I had scarlet
fever!" 
But he never knew that it really was his own Bunny, come back to look
at the child who had first helped him to be Real. 
-- 
j./A child of five could understand this!  Fetch me a child of five.
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Credevo fosse una tenuta da calcio...no?
Povero Gunther... una volta che fa una cosa stupenda non viene capito
nemmeno qua... avete ragione, io sono Gunther... ^_____^
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E chi il piu' divertente?
1. Ross
2. Chandler
3. Joey
CheeseChettimar - zac!
-- 
Oggi sò una mùmma residente in museo - i bambini se impressiona: ma 
che è? una mùmma? - io sempre zitto dentro alla scatola - ma sono 
vivo! - Lo stesso nun se pò dì der custode Arvaro!

Credevo fosse una tenuta da calcio...no?
Forse vuole imbucarsi nella microsquadragialla, ho
dell'inquietudine...
CheeseChettimar - sarà una risata che ci seppellirà
-- 
The fingers you have used to dial are too fat. To obtain a special 
dialing wand, please mash the keypad with your palm now.

a non riconoscere Charlie Brown??????
ecco mi cospargo anche io il capo di cenere... ^_^;;;;;;
e si' che mi sembrava familiare... ^_^;;;
-- 
j./Those are my principles. If you don't like them I have others.
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e si' che mi sembrava familiare... ^_^;;;
L'imperatore perde colpi... a quando un golpe? ^______-
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       Monica - Catwoman
miglior costume
--
ciao
Vittorix - Campione d'Italia
GB FC #26

 "Eh, che bei ricordi"
mitico.
Mike stasera è diventato uno dei miei miti.
apprezzabile il pentimento di Zeffirelli
bella la serata, spontanea veramente e veramente opportuna.
al fantastico Gaslini di Genova hanno salvata la vita di mia nipotina (leucemia)......


 e si' che mi sembrava familiare... ^_^;;;
Anche a me, ma poi avevo optato per la maglia della squadra di calcio
tedesca (si vede che NCCUCD calcio?)...^__^;;;;

 in Friends... almeno adesso lo tradurrai? :))
AHEM...NO! E nemmeno lo leggerò, almeno scrivi SPOILER, brutto bastardo, che
il libro mi arriverà solo a giugno, assieme a Harry Potter e l'Ordine della
Fenice e a The  Dark Heart of Italy di Tobias Jones ^____^;;;;

 Fenice
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, to be sure ;-)

 Courteney / son meglio io ;PPPP
tesoro, è ora di cambiare quel televisore a valvole, che ti schiaccia un po' le immagini
^__-
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       Mona - infermiera
ho avuta una reazione animalesca, ho afferrato il materasso con due mani e mi sono messo a
cavalcarlo ^___^;;;
ciao
MUUUUUUUUU

 ecco la trascrizione del libro... per scoprire perche' e' tanto citato
22kb che potevi mandarle in mail..
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 tedesca (si vede che NCCUCD calcio?)...^__^;;;;
                                        ^
NCUCDA :-P
ciao
Vittorix

 dell'ottava viste finora
che intendi per debole?
ma abbiamo visto la stessa puntata? io l'ho trovata bella
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       Gunther - qualcosa in giallo (idee?)
E' vestito da Charlie Brown.
Lore

Un giorno di pioggia Andrea e Giuliano incontrano Licia per caso, e
jAsOn  <jAsOn.v...@CrystalLake.org> scrive:
Sono riusciti a non stravolgere le battute nella traduzione!!!
miracoooolo!!!
ho riso anche in italiano nelle scene in cui presentano le maschere!!!
fanno passi da giganti i traduttori... :)
-- 
amonRAIII [Spaghetti STUDIOS]  /\/\^ "Sole Nascosto, Padre della Vita"
NANOMORETT...@hotmail.com
 Dove vuoi andare oggi? su 
http://www.enkeywebsite.net
I film prodotti dagli Spaghetti STUDIOS li trovate in anteprima SOLO su EMule!
"EMule č il mio ciuchino, ce ne sono molti come lui, ma questo č il mio!"

momenti).
messa in competizione con altre cinque probabilmente si', ma l'ottava
stagione me la ricordavo splendida senza aver ben chiaro quante belle
puntate ci fossero... fino ad ora, imo, tutte e sei sopra la media...
-- 
j./Quella e' un incrocio fra un capibara e un diavolo di Tasmania; 
secondo me non c'ha neanche il sangue rosso: non fissa l'ossiggeno 
col ferro. Io a quella non gli farebbe neanche un'autopsia. (Bubba)
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L'imperatore perde colpi... a quando un golpe? ^______-
non perdete un'occasione, eh? :))
-- 
j./"I think the only thing he waves at is his food" "Well, as long as 
it doesn't wave back..." "I think that's why he waves in the first 
place..."
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brutto bastardo, che il libro mi arriverà solo a giugno
oh, beh, non ti formalizzerai, spero, se nel frattempo me lo leggo con
calma? :))
finisco di rispondere ai post, mi faccio un bel caffe', un paio di
toast e poi parto con la lettura... ;)))
-- 
j./Chaos, panic, pandemonium - my work here is done.
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fanno passi da giganti i traduttori... :)
non vorrei che invece fosse una finta per riproporci le loro solite
perle durante le prossime puntate... magari e' stato un caso,
chissa'... ;))
-- 
j./You know the most common thing said by guys waiting in line for 
"Star Wars"? - "One, please."  (Jay Leno)
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 ottobre, visto che e' halloween... da qui il conteggio
oh, nella 805 potrebbe essere al 3° mese... mumble, visto che sono si nove
mesi ma completi + un paio di settimane... del resto ross potrebbe non
essere poi così informato e cadere nel facile calcolo 2+7=9 ;)
ma comunque ad Halloween sarebbe almeno al 5°/6° con conseguente eco
morfologica e scoperta sesso bimbo... e no, assolutamente no, mi rifiuto,
non quella shilouette!!!!!!
quindi hanno chiuso un occhio sulla timeline e lo faranno nascere a fine
serie verso marzo! :)
Nush / si si, faccio un post per spiegare la mia competenza in merito ;)
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Nush / si si, faccio un post per spiegare la mia competenza in merito ;)
questo non puo' che farci piacere... avremo tutta una stagione per
chiedere il tuo competentissimo parere... ;)))
-- 
j./You had best unfuck yourself or I will unscrew your head and shit 
down your neck.
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       Gunther - qualcosa in giallo (idee?)
Ma come! Era ovvio! Era Charlie Brown! 
MAvi
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avevo optato per la maglia della squadra di calcio tedesca
O___o
(va bene che la seconda maglia è verde per motivi che mi sono sempre
sfuggiti, ma giallo proprio no: me ne sarei ricordato :))
ProzaChettimar - Fruhling
-- 
No the game never ends - when your whole world depends - on the turn 
of a friendly card

belle puntate ci fossero...
Non ho ancora capito se le stai riguardando o meno...
ProzaChettimar - grattuggiato
-- 
La verità ti renderà libero. Ma solo quando avrà finito con te.

loro per esigenze di spettacolarizzazione...
C'è stato del pressapochismo... in America quando è andata in onda?
(o forse hanno intenzione di piazzare dei mega-flashback tra qualche
puntata in modo da "coprire il buco", il che sarebbe una mezza
cagata... sembrerebbe una cosa del tipo "Ehi, guardate che abbiamo
perso quattro mesi! Ma sì, mettiamoci una pezzaruola, inventiamo una
qualche fregnaccia da piazzarci in mezzo e svisceriamola in
tre-quattro puntate")
ProzaChettimar - Qualcuno mi spoileri. :)
-- 
Hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox - Gone to ground -
 See the splashing of the kingfisher - flashing to the water

Non ho ancora capito se le stai riguardando o meno...
certo che la sto riguardando... e me la sto godendo come la prima
volta... se non riguardassi le puntate probabilmente ricorderei la
meta' delle cose all'atto di postare sul ng... ^_^;;;
-- 
j./An argument is a discussion that occurs when I'm right, but they 
haven't realised it yet.
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ProzaChettimar - Qualcuno mi spoileri. :)
aryyn 811 (genfzrffn va nzrevpn vy 13 qvprzoer) enpury qven'
puvnenzragr qv rffrer ny dhnegb zrfr qv tenivqnamn, evcevfgvanaqb yn
gvzryvar pbeerggn cre cnegbever qhenagr vy frnfba svanyr, zn fonyyngn
qv oehggb evfcrggb nyyr cerzrffr, frpbaqb yr dhnyv ghggv tyv nzrevpnav
perqrinab nieroor cnegbevgb cre tyv fjrrc qv srooenvb...
-- 
j./A child of five could understand this!  Fetch me a child of five.
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      Chandler - coniglio rosa
pero' fate mangiare monica, come catwoman era carina ma troppo magra.

       Joey - Chandler
In assoluto il costume piu' divertente. tra un po' cadevo dal divano ogni
volta che imitava i suoi versi ^_____^

 sfuggiti, ma giallo proprio no: me ne sarei ricordato :))
Ma io non la conosco la maglia della squadra tedesca, quello è il bello :-)

 era la madre di Phoebe?
"Zì dottore", era proprio Teri Garr. :)

      Mona - infermiera
7 al costume 9 a lei ^__^
<>> TAcchAN <<>
-- 
Romance is built on illusion, 
and when we love someone, 
    we love the illusion they have created for us (Roger Ebert)

stereotipo ;)
ma, soprattutto, nessuno l'ha mai visto assieme a una ragazza... :))
-- 
j./Here's a Quarter, call somebody who cares.
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E' vestito da Charlie Brown.
Oh, finalmente qualcuno se ne e' accorto!
Ciao
Cek
--
Chissa' come ti trovi bene senza le tue pene
Chissa' come ti trovi bene col tuo nuovo pene
                                Veleno - Afterhours

Il recappista ha seri problemi...
eddai, sono d'accordo... a me piace un sacco come personaggio... :)
-- 
j./When all else fails, admit I'm right and kiss my ass.
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eddai, sono d'accordo... a me piace un sacco come personaggio... 
Non la detesto, ma da qui a dire che sono contento di rivederla ce
ne passa... (a meno che non sostitisca completamente Phoebe)
<>> TAcchAN <<>
-- 
Ogni volta che rimango 
con la testa tra le mani 
    e rimando tutto a domani (Vasco)

ne passa... (a meno che non sostitisca completamente Phoebe)
io quando la vedo sono contento e non mi dispiacerebbe "sostituisse"
Phoebe anche solo per un paio di episodi...
-- 
j./Today's subliminal thought is:
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non perdete un'occasione, eh? :))
Beh, in quanto veterano di questo ng, ambisco a guadagnare potere al
suo interno, voglio anche io il mio "cadreghino". :)
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sfuggiti, ma giallo proprio no: me ne sarei ricordato :))
Pero' effettivamente ad un occhio poco esperto la maglietta giallonera
potrebbe ricordare quella del Borussia Dortmund.
Sono ancora sconvolto dal fatto che ben in pochi abbiano riconosciuto
Charlie Brown. :)


voglio anche io il mio "cadreghino". :)
hai fame? (semicit.) :PPPP 
-- 
j./My opinions might have changed, but not the fact that I am right.
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ma, soprattutto, nessuno l'ha mai visto assieme a una ragazza... :))
lui e' un tipo sensibile, rimasto fedele al suo amore proibito. LOL,
mi e' venuto in mente che vedrei bene un finale della serie in cui
rachel si accorge di gunther, e ci fa un pensierino ;)

L'avesse fatto un mio amico l'avrei preso a sonori calci nel culo...
concordo :)

 Charlie Brown. :)
Non dirlo a me :-((( Sono sconvolta da me stessa :-\

eventi precisi e scanditi nel tempo, e piegarla come cazzo gli pare
questa cosa ha un nome, si chiama 'l'estate non esiste', ed e' sempre
stata il grande problema dei raccordi tra stagioni. purtroppo per
loro, i tempi di una gravidenza sono noti alla maggioranza e stavolta
ci fanno davvero la figura dei cioccolatai. li avrei perdonati se non
avessero specificato, con precisione degna di miglior causa, quasi
l'ora esatta del matrimonio geller bing, sono gli stessi che hanno
fatto di rachel un'acquario di maggio :)
sere\va gercvqn nggrfn qry cevzb pbzcyrnaab qv rzzn
-- 
'doppiagg is for ugly people' <SB>

nascere a fine serie verso marzo! :)
aba p'r' yvzvgr nyyn qvf-pbagvahvgl ;)


perqrinab nieroor cnegbevgb cre tyv fjrrc qv srooenvb...
Vcbgrfv sneybppn: tyv nhgbev, pba tyv fgenpnmmnzragv grzcbenyv,
cbgerooreb nire ibyhgb qrcvfgner vy chooyvpb. Hgvyvgà qryyn zbffn
cerffbpuè ahyyn, zn aba naqner n qvetyvryb...
ProzaChettimar - one day nickname
-- 
I nati della terza decade mi devono ancora pagare la prima.

Jennifer Connelly con quel vestito... H___H
Mi associo. H__H
ProzaChettimar - a bruttiful mind
-- 
"Sometimes I think we're the worst family in town." "Maybe we should 
move to a larger community."

Charlie Brown. :)
E sě che lui potrebbe anche avere una faccia Peanutsesca... O_o
ProzaChettimar - demenza senile
-- 
They only come out in the night. Or in this case, the day.

uscito se fosse stata anche cronologicamente coerente...
basta, tutto sommato, non farci caso piu' di tanto... ;)))
ah si', non faccio altro che sottolinearlo, ma ci si diverte anche
cosi'... ^_^;;;;
tutto sommato e' una bella stagione questa... 
-- 
j./dal "Tempo Reale" di Gazzetta.it:
Squadre in campo con la maglia per prevenire l'Aids.
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      Ross - Spudnik
Ciao, ho notato che nessuno ne ha parlato...
ma la battuta di Ross che assomiglia a Doodie...e' stata fantastica...
per chi non l'avesse capita..e che quindi non sa cos'e' 'doodie'...
andate a vedere qui:
www.doodie.com
e conoscerete dei simpatici oggetti marroni...prodotti da ogni essere
vivente...^___^

 
www.doodie.com
Grazie!!! Mi ero scervellata a capire di che parlassero :)))

>Grazie!!! Mi ero scervellata a capire di che parlassero :)))
prego^__^
fortunatamente non l'hanno adattata...chesso' credendo si parlasse di
qualche personaggio famoso e quindi cambiandogli il nome in qualcuno
piu' conosciuto in Italia.
Un po' come fecero nella prima puntata che da Mr Potato Head divenne
E.T.
cmq credo che neanche gli adattatori sapessero di Doodie...credo :)

cmq credo che neanche gli adattatori sapessero di Doodie...credo :)
piccola parentesi :)
appena approdato su Internet - qualche cinque/sei anni fa - mi
ritrovai a visitare 
doodie.com
. inutile dire che mi affascino' al
punto che ogni giorno mi scaricavo la gif animata, dovrei averle
ancora da qualche parte, su qualche cd... :))
-- 
j./Merdimonio.
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ancora da qualche parte, su qualche cd... :))
anche io stessa storia....guarda caso proprio qualche giorno fa ne ho
trovate un po' in un angolo dimenticato dell'HD ^__^