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NEW 23.07.06 10:49
NEW 23.07.06 16:30
в ответ Simple 23.07.06 10:49
"Das Wort "f*сk " wird im Original 281 mal gesagt. In der deutschen Version wurde es größtenteils durch "bekackt" ersetzt". 
http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Big_Lebowski

http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Big_Lebowski
31.07.06 08:46
в ответ Simple 23.07.06 19:10
Всё ! ПАСМАТРЕЛА , хорошее кино :) Для настоящих мужиков с бейцалами ... Детали прикольные , в них по моему и вся изюминка , ну и музыка (где взять Саундтрэк ???) ... актеры , а вот тема сисек так и осталась нераскрытой , шо за фуйня ? Всего две фемины, не счтитая какойто проно3,14зды в эпизодах ....???????????????????
Рецепт кактэля Биларусь
http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Russian
Как альтернативу, предлагаю ерофеевскую "Слезу комсомолки"
http://cooking.niv.ru/recept/food.pl?id=10698&ws=/komsomolki/sleza.htm
Рецепт кактэля Биларусь
http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Russian
Как альтернативу, предлагаю ерофеевскую "Слезу комсомолки"
http://cooking.niv.ru/recept/food.pl?id=10698&ws=/komsomolki/sleza.htm
NEW 31.07.06 10:16
в ответ Simple 31.07.06 09:17
Я имела ввиду "подругу, которая должна принять душ" в сюжете про "специалиста" её имени даже в титрах не нашла :(
Кстати заодно вспомнила про еще одну фемину - фашистку с отрубленным пальцем , ага и еще бабульку в кафетерии: итого - 5 фемин из каторых одна немая и еще одна уже после климакса - тоесть в теме сисек участия принимать не может по определению .
Кстати заодно вспомнила про еще одну фемину - фашистку с отрубленным пальцем , ага и еще бабульку в кафетерии: итого - 5 фемин из каторых одна немая и еще одна уже после климакса - тоесть в теме сисек участия принимать не может по определению .
NEW 31.07.06 10:33
в ответ Дактиль 31.07.06 10:16
COFFEE SHOP
The Dude and Walter sit at the counter, both staring off into space, both absently stirring their coffee with little clinking noises.
- That wasn't her toe.
- Whose toe was it, Walter?
- How the fuck should I know? I do know that nothing about it indicates--
- The nail polish, Walter.
- Fine, Dude. As if it's impossible to get some nail polish, apply it to someone else's toe--
- Someone else's--where the fuck are they gonna--
- You want a toe? I can get you a toe, believe me. There are ways, Dude. You don't wanna know about it, believe me.
- But Walter--
- I'll get you a toe by this afternoon--with nail polish. These fucking amateurs. They send us a toe, we're supposed to shit ourselves with fear. Jesus Christ. My point is--
- They're gonna kill her, Walter, and then they're gonna kill me--
- Well that's just, that's the stress talking, Dude. So far we have what looks to me like a series of victimless crimes--
- What about the toe?
- FORGET ABOUT THE FUCKING TOE!
A waitress enters.
- Could you please keep your voices down--this is a family restaurant.
- Oh, please dear! I've got news for you: the Supreme Court has roundly rejected prior restraint!
- Walter, this isn't a First Amendment thing.
- Sir, if you don't calm down I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
- Lady, I got buddies who died facedown in the muck so you and I could enjoy this family restaurant!
- All right, I'm leaving. I'm sorry ma'am.
- Don't run away from this, Dude! Goddamnit, this affects all of us!
The Dude has left frame; Walter calls after him:
- Our basic freedoms!
He looks defiantly around.
- I'm staying. Finishing my coffee.
He stirs the coffee, bopping his head in time to the Muzak, affecting nonchalance.
- Finishing my coffee.
(с)
The Dude and Walter sit at the counter, both staring off into space, both absently stirring their coffee with little clinking noises.
- That wasn't her toe.
- Whose toe was it, Walter?
- How the fuck should I know? I do know that nothing about it indicates--
- The nail polish, Walter.
- Fine, Dude. As if it's impossible to get some nail polish, apply it to someone else's toe--
- Someone else's--where the fuck are they gonna--
- You want a toe? I can get you a toe, believe me. There are ways, Dude. You don't wanna know about it, believe me.
- But Walter--
- I'll get you a toe by this afternoon--with nail polish. These fucking amateurs. They send us a toe, we're supposed to shit ourselves with fear. Jesus Christ. My point is--
- They're gonna kill her, Walter, and then they're gonna kill me--
- Well that's just, that's the stress talking, Dude. So far we have what looks to me like a series of victimless crimes--
- What about the toe?
- FORGET ABOUT THE FUCKING TOE!
A waitress enters.
- Could you please keep your voices down--this is a family restaurant.
- Oh, please dear! I've got news for you: the Supreme Court has roundly rejected prior restraint!
- Walter, this isn't a First Amendment thing.
- Sir, if you don't calm down I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
- Lady, I got buddies who died facedown in the muck so you and I could enjoy this family restaurant!
- All right, I'm leaving. I'm sorry ma'am.
- Don't run away from this, Dude! Goddamnit, this affects all of us!
The Dude has left frame; Walter calls after him:
- Our basic freedoms!
He looks defiantly around.
- I'm staying. Finishing my coffee.
He stirs the coffee, bopping his head in time to the Muzak, affecting nonchalance.
- Finishing my coffee.
(с)