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I was regarded as the school freak which further reinforced a lot of inhibitions and doubts I had about myself. I was a shy, frightened teenager for a long time.

- Winona Ryder

I'm not going to change the way I look or the way I feel to conform to anything. I've always been a freak. So I've been a freak all my life and I have to live with that, you know. I'm one of those people.

- John Lennon

"Don't flatter yourself that friendship authorizes you to say disagreeable things to your intimates. The nearer you come into relation with a person, the more necessary do tact and courtesy become. Except in cases of necessity, which are rare, leave your friend to learn unpleasant things from his enemies; they are ready enough to tell them."

- Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809 - 1894), The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table, 1858

"When the character of a man is not clear to you, look at his friends."

"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. "

- Martin Luther King Jr. (1929 - 1968)

Para Meli

Never explain--your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway.

- Elbert Hubbard (1856 - 1915)

S.O.S. Sos Una Rica Banana

"Mientras que tu viejo labura y labura
todas las mañanas, tras el mostrador
vos, como buen hijo, sos tan caradura
que si él gana un mango, vas gastando dos"

La Barrera

Un paso más atrás. Dos más atrás. Tres. Ahí está bien. Ya está la barrera formada. Una baldosa más acá. Un momento. Ante todo, sacar las cosas del arco. Hay botellas debajo de la pileta. Ya la otra vez cagó una. Y dos sifones. El blindado no es nada, pero el otro puede reventar, y los sifones revientan y los pedacitos de vidrio saltan y se meten en los ojos de uno. Bien juntas las macetas de la barrera. El arquero muy nervioso. Miguel Tornino frente al balón. Atención. El rubio Miguel Tornino frente al balón. Una mano en la cintura. La otra también. La mano sacándose el pelo de la frente. La transpiración de la frente. De los ojos. Hay silencio en el estadio. Es la siesta. Hasta el Negro se ha quedado quieto. Resignado a ser simple espectador de ese tiro libre de carácter directo que ya tiene como seguro ejecutor a Miguel Tornino, que estudia con los ojos entrecerrados el ángulo de tiro, el hueco que le deja la barrera, la luz que atisba entre la pierna derecha del recio mediovolante de la visita y la pata de portland de la maceta grandota del culantrillo. Un solo grito en el estadio: Miguel, Miguel. El público de pie ante ésta, la última oportunidad del Racing Club cuando sólo faltan dos minutos para que finalice el match. Habrá que apurarse antes de que vuelva a adelantarse la barrera o el Negro insista en morder la pelota y hacerla cagar como el otro día que la pinchó el muy boludo. Sonó el silbato. Habrá que pegarle de chanfle interno. La cara interna del pie diestro de Miguel Tornino, el pibe de las inferiores debutante hoy le dará al balón casi de costado, tal vez de abajo, con no mucha fuerza pero sí con satánica precisión para que ese fulbo describa una rara comba sobre la cabeza de los asombrados defensores, sobre el despeinado pirincho del helecho de la segunda maceta y se cuele entre el travesaño, el poste, el postrer manotazo de la lata de aceite Cocinero que se ha lucido hasta el momento. ¡Tiró Tornino...! y... se hizo mimbre en el aire el arquero ante el latigazo insólito de curva inesperada y con la punta de los dos dedos allá voló la lata a la mierda, carajo que ladra el Negro, sí mamá... sí la guardo... está bien... pero mirá vos cómo la viene a sacar este guacho.

"Ladies, gentlemen. Let's see who wins the prize for keeping their cool. Simon says, everybody down on the floor. Now, nobody loses their head, then nobody lose their head. Ahhh, you sir. Yeah, you do the honors. Take that cash and put it in that bag right there, and you got an amazing story to tell all your friends. If not, well, you got a tag on your toe. You decide. It's simple as that."

Thelma & Louise

Louise: Get off her or I'm gonna splatter your brains all over this nice car.
Harlan: [Getting off of Thelma] Easy, we're just having a little fun.
Louise: Sounds like you got a real fucked up idea of fun. Turn around. In the future, when a woman's crying like that, she isn't having any fun!
Harlan: Bitch! I shoulda gone ahead and fucked her!
Louise: Why did you say?
Harlan: I said suck my cock. [Louise shoots him]



J.D.: So, tell me something, Miss Thelma. How is it you ain't got any kids? I mean God gets you something special, I think you oughta pass it on.

Thelma: Well, Daryl, that's my husband. J.D.: Daryl?

Thelma: Yeah, he says he's not ready yet. He says he's still too much of a kid himself. He kinda prides himself on being infantile.

Louise: He's got a lot to be proud of.

Thelma: Louise and him don't get along.

Louise: That's putting it mildly.

Thelma: She thinks he's a pig.

Louise: I KNOW he's a pig.





Louise Sawyer: You finally got laid properly, I'm so proud.




Thelma Dickerson: [with a cliff in front of them and cops behind them]

Thelma Dickerson: OK, then listen; let's not get caught.

Louise Sawyer: What're you talkin' about?

Thelma Dickerson: Let's keep goin'!

Louise Sawyer: What d'you mean?

Thelma Dickerson: ...Go.

Thelma Dickerson: [Thelma nods ahead of them]

Louise Sawyer: You sure?

Thelma Dickerson: Yeah.




Thelma: Louise, shoot the radio

Louise: [she fires at the radio]

Thelma: The *police* radio, Louise!




Thelma: Good morning everybody, this is a robbery. Now if nobody loses their head, nobody will lose their head. Now Simon says everybody lay down on the floor, except you sir. You'll have a story to tell your friends, or a tag on your toe, it's your decision, now you take this bag and empty the cash register into it. Store clerk: Yes ma'am.

Thelma: Let's see who wins a prize for keeping their cool. Now you sir, lay back down, thank you. Can we get a couple of Wild Turkeys too? Store clerk: Sure ma'am.

Thelma: Thank you, now everybody just stay down on the floor until I leave, thank you for your cooperation and have a good day.