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BELLA: Alice, you've disappeared,
like everything else.
Now who else can I talk to? Im lost.
When you left,
and he left,
you took everything with you.
But the absence of him is everywhere I look.
Its like a huge hole has been punched
through my chest.
(BELLA SCREAMING)
Bella.
(INAUDIBLE)
(BELLA SCREAMING)
BELLA: But in a way Im glad.
The pain is my only reminder
that he was real,
that you all were.
All right. That's it.
What?
You're going to Jacksonville
to live with your mother.
Im not leaving Forks.
Bells, he's not coming back.
I know.
Its just not normal, this behavior.
Quite frankly, it's scaring the hell out of me
and your mother.
Baby, I don't want you to leave.
I don't, but just go. Go to Jacksonville.
Make some new friends.
I like my old friends.
-Well, you never see them anymore.
-I do.
Im gonna go shopping tomorrow
with Jessica.
-You hate shopping.
-I...
I need a girls' night out.
All right. Girls' night.
Shopping.
I like it. Go buy some stuff.
(I BRLOEG TO YOU PLAYING)
BELLA: (ON PHONE) Hi, Jessica, it's Bella.
Yeah, Bella Swan.
JESSICA: I don't know why you want to
sit through
all those zombies eating people
and no hot guys kissing anybody.
Its gross. Like... And why are there
that many zombie movies anyway?
'Cause if it's supposed to, like,
draw a parallel about leprosy,
my cousin had leprosy.
Its not funny, you know?
And, like, is it supposed to be
a metaphor for consumerism?
Because don't be so pleased
with your own, like,
self-referential cleverness, you know?
Like, some girls like to shop.
Not all girls, apparently.
Although I was surprised
you even called at all. You know?
Like, your depression thing,
I get it. Im totally, totally worried.
But after a while it's like,
-you're still bumming...
-CHET: You want a ride, girls?
...and Im going through stuff, too.
You know? Like Mike deciding
he just wants to be friends.
CHET: What's up? Look what we found.
JESSICA: Its hard, you know?
Like, and since when does "just friends"...
BIKER 1 : What's up guys?
BIKER 2: Look what we found.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, where you going?
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Keep walking.
(GASPING)
This is dangerous.
-Dude, come on.
-CHET: Come here for a sec!
I think I know those guys.
CHET: We got beer! We got bikes!
Well, they seem great. Can we go?
Im just gonna see something.
CHET: Hey, girlie!
All right, all right. We got a taker.
Turn around.
(GASPS)
(FRIENDS PLAYING)
BIKER 2: Shut up!
BIKER 3: You shut up!
Im sorry, I thought you
were somebody else.
No, that's cool.
Ill be whoever you want me to be, honey.
So, what do you say?
You promised me, nothing reckless.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
You promised it would be
as if you never existed.
(CHET CLEARS THROAT)
-You lied.
-You say something, babe?
You know what? Never mind.
(ENGINE ROARING)
Stop! Stop, stop, stop!
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
Hey, what the hell's wrong with you?
Just curious.
-l thought that l saw something.
-You... Oh.
You're insane, actually. Or suicidal.
That homeboy could've been a psycho.
I was about to end up in an FBI
interview room like some lame TV show.
God, that was such a rush.
Awesome.
So you're an adrenaline junkie now?
That's cool. You can go bungee jumping.
You don't get on the back
of some random loser's motorcycle.
Crazy.
BELLA: Alice, I saw him.
Maybe Im crazy now. I guess that's okay.
If a rush of danger
is what it takes to see him,
then that's what Ill find.
Bella!
Where the hell have you been, loca?
(BELLA LAUGHING)
(SIGHS) I brought you something.
-Okay.
-Its a little crazy.
Wow.
Scrap metal. You shouldn't have.
I saved it from the junkyard.
(BELLA CLEARS THROAT)
I think they'll probably cost more to fix
than they're worth,
but then I thought that
if l had a mechanic friend
-to help me out then...
-Ah!
-Me being the mechanic-type friend?
-That's right.
-Since when are you into motorcycles?
-Since now.
I get
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