Hijodeputah, hay que decirlo más

[jubilao]

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http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=ewaJaz50gXs

pd: la pinta que gastan es mucho mejor que el hecho de que le llame HP

[Trashman]

El tio de la izquierda del chuloputas de las gafas de sol es como torrente pero con moreno al mas puro estilo de zaplana... Menudo individuo

[jubilao]

¡Vaya crack el Fabra! ¡pero que pedazo de crack!



http://www.elperiodico.com/default.asp?idpublicacio_PK=46&idioma=CAS&idnoticia_PK=566617&idseccio_PK=1008

Fabra: "Si me toca la lotería, me sacaré la pirula y mearé en la sede de IU"

Pese a los nueve presuntos delitos por los que está siendo investigado, el presidente de la Diputación de Castellón y líder del PP en esa provincia, Carlos Fabra, sigue despachándose a gusto con sus rivales políticos. Si hace unos meses llamó "hijo de puta" a un diputado provincial del PSOE por haberse interesado por su situación judicial, el pasado viernes volvió a arremeter, a su manera y rodeado de los suyos, contra la oposición.
Después de que haya circulado por internet un fotomontaje que representa a Fabra como el famoso calvo de la lotería de Navidad junto al número 27.931, el dirigente popular responsabilizó del pasquín a la parlamentaria de Esquerra Unida por Castellón Marina Albiol. Según informó ayer el diario Levante, en un acto de partido, Fabra ironizó: "He comprado el 27.931 y, si me toca, me sacaré la pirula y mearé en la sede de IU". Aseguró, además, que ha comprado una serie entera de dicho número, que localizó en la administración 199 de Madrid.
La curiosa réplica tiene aún más enjundia porque el líder popular ya ha resultado agraciado en, al menos, cuatro sorteos de lotería. Una casualidad muy sospechosa a ojos de la oposición, que recuerda que hacerse con décimos premiados es una de las fórmulas más utilizadas por los blanqueadores de dinero.

LADRONES Pero en su discurso, Fabra cargó contra casi todos. A los socialistas les tildó directamente de ladrones: "¿Sabéis cómo se llama a la web del PSOE? A robar.com", bromeó tras acusar a "los zapateristas" de "robar a los pobres y a los ricos".
Y cara al futuro, Fabra, a quien Mariano Rajoy definió en su día como un "ciudadano ejemplar", empezó a perfilar su herencia política. Confesó que espera que su hija, Andrea Fabra --diputada en el Congreso y casada con el consejero madrileño de Sanidad, Juan José Güemes-- le suceda en la presidencia de la Diputación provincial. "Sería la sexta generación de mi familia", apostilló.

[Gikoou3298]

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I'm going to bump the thread

PRETTY WOMAN
PART 2

INT. VIVIAN'S APARTMENT - KITCHEN
Vivian pulls a coffee can off a shelf. She pulls off the top.
It's empty. She tosses the can away, starts for the door. She
opens it.
INT. APARTMENT HALLWAY - NIGHT
Down the hallway, the landlord is standing in front of his open
doorway, talking to a FAT WOMAN. They both glance up.
Vivian quickly closes the door. She doesn't want to deal with
them.
EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
Vivian comes off the fire escape onto the sidewalk. She hurried
away.
EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - NIGHT
Vivian walks along, urgently looking for something... someone.
A BABBLING STREET-TYPE goes by happily talking to himself.
He wears an "I Love Hollywood" t-shirt.
Vivian passes TOURISTS but doesn't notice them any more than
she pays attention to the VAGRANT she passes further on, huddle
in a doorway.
A LONG-HAIRED KID on a SKATEBOARD goes by dropping off little bags to various STREET-TYPES.
A BARKER-TYPE stands in front of a photo store urging tourists
to come in and take a photo with a cardboard cut-out of a movie
star. Some go in.
Vivian hurries past a group of rubbernecking JAPANESE TOURISTS.
A BLACK PROSTITUTE in a mini skirt strolls toward her. A car
passes. The DRIVER stares at Vivian with interest. She ignores
him. The black prostitute approaches the car.
PROSTITUTE
Hey, baby, you lookin' for a date?
The Driver looks her over. The Black Prostitute gets in the
car and it drives away.
A GROUP OF MEN, mostly drug dealers, hang out at an all night
coffee shop. They WHISTLE and make obscene gestures and SOUNDS
as Vivian hurries by. She ignores them and goes next door into
a falafel stand. Half a dozen PEOPLE sit at dirty tables inside.
INT. FALAFEL STAND - NIGHT
Behind the counter are a MAN and a WOMAN, Vietnamese cooks
frying food, trying to ignore the unsavory crowd camped in the
shop.
VIVIAN
Chan, you seen Kit tonight?
COOK 1
Hi, hi! No see nothing.
VIVIAN
You do, tell her I'm looking for her.
COOK 2
Looking good, bay-bee.
VIVIAN
Yeah, you too, D'Nai. If Kit
comes in here, tell her stay.
Both of them nod and smile at Vivian. Vivian exits.
EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - NIGHT
Skateboard zips by a GROUP. We SEE a police car parked at the
entrance to an alcove. Also, an ambulance. The bubblegum
lights are going. A CROWD has gathered. The happy man with
the "I Love Hollywood" t-shirt and a POLICE OFFICER are engaged in tense conversation.
COP
They just pulled her out of a
dumpster in the back. Now talk
to me.
MAN
I tell you, man, I don't know who
she hang with.
COP
She have a pimp?
MAN
Cocaine her pimp, man. She a
strawberry. She be out on these
streets, day in, day out, tradin'
her sorry ass for crack. And
now she dead from it.
Vivian rushes up to join the outskirts of the crowd as the body
of a YOUNG GIRL is pulled out of an open dumpster and carried
towards the waiting ambulance. For a moment Vivian thinks
it's... no, Vivian turns grimly away.
Vivian surveys the dark street. And suddenly sees who's she's
looking for. Walks.
EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - WIG SHOP - NIGHT
We SEE a young, tough-looking MAN and WOMAN trying on wigs.
The STOREKEEPER is a man wearing a dress and wild wig. The
girl, KIT, is around 18, is dark haired and thin. The young
man, CARLOS, has his arm sloppily draped across Kit's shoulder.
They giggle about something, both obviously high. Kit looks
up, bleary-eyed. She stops. Vivian is standing in front of her.
VIVIAN
You spent it on drugs, didn't you?
KIT
Hi, Viv. Carlos, you know my
roommate, Viv.
CARLOS
Lookin' good, baby.
VIVIAN
(ignoring him)
Did you blow it all, Kit? Is it
all gone?
KIT
Carlos had some great rock.
VIVIAN
I bet.
(beat)
That was our rent!
Carlos attempts to put an arm around Vivian's shoulders.
CARLOS
Calm down, Chica.
Vivian throws him off.
CARLOS
Ey! What is it you wan', baby?
I can fix you up.
VIVIAN
Beat it, scum bucket!
CARLOS
You kiss your mother with that
mouth? Your frien' still owes
me 200.
VIVIAN
(to Kit)
Let's go.
Skateboard appears suddenly, blocking Vivian and Kit's path.
VIVIAN
Get out of my face or I'll have
those cops on your ass in two
seconds.
Carlos glares at her. He looks down toward the lights of the
cop cars. One of the POLICEMEN looks towards them, curiously.
Vivian waves at the cop.
CARLOS
(threatening to Vivian)
Don't take no dates tonight,
chica, you got one with me.
Vivian grabs Kit by the arm and pulls her across the Boulevard.
INT. FALAFEL STAND - NIGHT
Vivian and Kit sit at a table sipping tea. Vivian is still mad at her.
VIVIAN
We worked for that money. We
were gonna put together enough
to get out of that dump we live
in, get off this street.
KIT
Viv... don't be stupid. We're
whores.
Vivian looks like she wants to weep. Or scream. She does
neither. She slowly nods. Kit's sorry she said that.
KIT (cont'd)
So I blew our stash. We could
make it all back with one good
night on the streets.
VIVIAN
I just saw somebody pulled out
of a dumpster. I wonder how much
she made tonight?
KIT
Don't be mad at me. I'll pay
you back. I promise.
VIVIAN
I thought you were giving up that
drug shit.
KIT
I will. I'm trying.
(a beat)
Meanwhile I got some crack left,
you wanna get high?
VIVIAN
No, let's go to work. Okay?
KIT
Okay.
(then touches her hand)
I'm sorry I said your dream was
stupid.
EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - NIGHT
Edward's Ferrari turns onto Hollywood Blvd., finally out of
the Hollywood Hills.
EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - NIGHT
Vivian and Kit are out trying to hustle John's in passing cars.
Vivian strikes a sexy pose at the bus stop. Kit is talking to
another prostitute, RACHEL.
KIT
No no, honey. You see these
stars on the sidewalk. Me and
Vivian work from Don Ameche all
the way up to Roy Rogers.
This is our office. We got
seniority. Get off our corner.
RACHEL
I was just taking a rest here.
Besides, she's new.
(points to Vivian)
KIT
But I'm old. Go rest up by Monty
Hall or Debra Paget where you
belong.
Rachel walks off.
VIVIAN
(looks at passing cars)
Looks slow tonight.
KIT
Maybe we should get a pimp.
Carlos likes you and --
VIVIAN
Forget it. We work for it. We
keep it.
They keep hustling.
KIT
I can't handle this tonight.
I'm going home.
VIVIAN
(stares at her)
That crack is burning a hole in
your pocket. There isn't even
milk in the fridge. The rent's
due. Now come on --
EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - ANGLE ON FERRARI - NIGHT
KIT (O.S.)
(suddenly)
Hey, hey -- There's a rent.
EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - BACK TO SCENE - NIGHT
VIVIAN
He's not gonna want us.
The Ferrari goes by and stops.
EDWARD
(calls out to Vivian)
Excuse me.
KIT
(excited)
Don't take less than a hundred.
You look hot tonight. And
remember, don't mouth off. They
don't like that.
VIVIAN
Okay. Go home. But take it easy
on that shit.
Kit gives Vivian a quick hug.
KIT
You're the greatest. I'll wait
up for you.
And then Kit is off, moving quickly away. Vivian turns. She
stares at the Ferrari, loathing it and all it represents. And
then it's as if Vivian turns a switch. She fluffs her mane of
hair, throws her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts out and
sashays towards the car, a sexy, friendly smile on her face.
In the driver's seat of the Ferrari, Edward is looking furious
and distracted. Vivian leans over the passenger window.
VIVIAN
Hey Sugar, you lookin' for a date?
EDWARD
What's that?
VIVIAN
You looking' for some company?
EDWARD
Uh, no. How do I get to Beverly
Hills?
VIVIAN
What?
(dropping the come on)
You gonna tell me you're lost?
EDWARD
Yes.
VIVIAN
Great. What do I look like a
tourguide?
Edward takes a good look at her.
EDWARD
(a beat)
No, you look like a hooker.
VIVIAN
Actually, I'm a movie star out
for a walk.
EDWARD
Good. Can you tell me how to
get to Beverly Hills?
VIVIAN
Sure. For five bucks.
EDWARD
That's ridiculous.
VIVIAN
The price just went up to ten.
EDWARD
Why don't you just do it out of
the kindness of your heart?
VIVIAN
(sweetly)
Sit... and spin.
EDWARD
Sit-and-spin.
(amused)
Alright... why not?
He pulls out his money clip.
Vivian suddenly freezes. On the sidewalk up ahead, Carlos and
Skateboard. Carlos flashes an evil, menacing grin. He motions
to Skateboard, they start forward.
EDWARD
(holding up a bill)
You have change for a twenty.
Vivian pulls open the door of the car and jumps in.
VIVIAN
For twenty, Ill show you
personal. Drive.
Edward stares at her. She smiles sweetly.
VIVIAN (cont'd)
Make a "U-ee". Beverly Hills
is the other way.
The Ferrari pulls away, passing Carlos on the sidewalk.

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[Jordison]

¿No podríais poner un puto sistema de letricas a la hora del registro?

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[Ramón]

¡¡Pero si es un fragmento del guión de Pretty Woman!!

Este lo que quiere es calar como nunca nadie lo ha hecho antes en la psique femenina y así llevarse de calle a todas las tías del pH...

Al menos hasta se sepa que son todas gordas o se llaman Manolo.