Newsgroup: it.arti.cinema
Titolo: dialogo 25ma Ora

Per favore qualcuno sa indicarmi dove posso trovare il dialogo allo
specchio di Ed Norton? In lingua originale?
Grazie 1000
fra

ubik ha scritto:
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Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck 
the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. 
Fuck squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a 
fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues 
in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. 
Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down! Fuck the Chelsea 
boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each 
other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 
35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and 
their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, 
still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster 
thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes 
between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where 
you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and 
down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling 
South African apartheid diamonds!Fuck the Wall Street brokers. 
Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko 
wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people 
blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think 
Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! 
Tyco! Inclone! Adelphia! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, 
swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And 
don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the 
Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their 
palmaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony 
medallions. Swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball 
bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side 
wives with their Armani scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci 
artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all 
taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown 
brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, 
they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to 
turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one 
hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt 
cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing 
behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests 
who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church 
that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, 
fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all 
the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in 
fuckin' Otisville, Jay! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Alqueda, and backward-ass, 
cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of 
innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with 
your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel 
headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish ass!
Marco

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