Fixu do matrixu

až vám dnešek začne připadat jako zítřejší včera večer, o pozítří ani nemluvě... „Yummy!“ „Can I have a sip of that? I\'d like to know what a five-dollar shake tastes like.“ „Be my guest.“ „She slides the shake over to him.“ „You can use my straw, I don\'t have kooties.“ „Yeah, but maybe I do.“ „Kooties I can handle.“ „Goddamn! That\'s a pretty fuckin\' good milk shake!“ „Told ya.“ „I don\'t know if it\'s worth five dollars, but it\'s pretty fuckin\' good.“ „Then the first of an uncomfortable silence happens.“ „Don\'t you hate that?“ „What?“ „Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it\'s necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?“ „I don\'t know.“ „That\'s when you know you found somebody special. When you can just shit the fuck up for a minute, and comfortably share silent.“ „I don\'t think we\'re there yet. But don\'t feel bad, we just met each other.“ „Well I\'ll tell you what, I\'ll go to the bathroom and powder my nose, while you sit here and think of something to say.“ „I\'ll do that.“ -Quentin Tarantino, John Travolta a uma Thurman; Pulp Fiction (1990) (152 min) \"I thought I saw a man brought to life He was warm He came around and he was dignified He showed me what it was to cry Well you couldn\'t be that man I adored You don\'t seem to know Seem to care what your heart is for But I don\'t know him anymore There\'s nothing where he used to lie The conversation has run dry That\'s what\'s going on Nothing\'s fine I\'m torn I\'m all out of faith This is how I feel I\'m cold and I am shamed Lying naked on the floor Illusion never changed Into something real I\'m wide awake And I can see The perfect sky is torn You\'re a little late I\'m already torn So I guess the fortune teller\'s right Should have seen just what was there And not some holy light it crawled beneath my veins And now I don\'t care I had no luck I don\'t miss it all that much There\'s just so many things That I can touch I\'m torn I\'m all out of faith This is how I feel I\'m cold and I am shamed Lying naked on the floor Illusion never changed Into something real I\'m wide awake And I can see The perfect sky is torn You\'re a little late I\'m already torn Torn There\'s nothing where he used to lie My inspiration has run dry That\'s what\'s going on Nothing\'s right I\'m torn I\'m all out of faith This is how I feel I\'m cold and I am shamed Lying naked on the floor Illusion never changed Into something real I\'m wide awake And I can see The perfect sky is torn I\'m all out of faith This is how I feel I\'m cold and I\'m ashamed Bound and broken on the floor You\'re a little late I\'m already torn Torn.\" -Natalia Imbruglia; Torn; Left Of The Middle (1998)