Mark Robert Gordon

Mark Robert Gordon

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  • Height: 5' 6½" (1.69 m)
  • Extended Reading
    • Doug 2022-03-16 09:01:02

      Obsessed with Por Una Cabeza.


      Por Una Cabeza. A tango song.
      Chinese translation
      In the short two minutes and fifteen seconds of , I understood what "one dance
      is in love ". sight.
      not a romantic person, but the woman's evil let me inevitable romantic vision come.
      in today's society where money rampant substance, often feel...

    • Madalyn 2021-10-20 17:28:28

      Warrior spirit beats Wall Street spirit

      About half an hour before the movie, when I saw Charlie, a young high school student, on the one hand getting in trouble at school, on the other hand he had to accompany the veteran who looked like he had gone crazy to spend a life in New York. At the weekend, I thought it would be another...

    • Albina 2022-03-21 09:01:15

      Excellent qualities are easy to destroy, and souls are also easy to destroy. Physical disabilities are not terrible, and terrible souls are contaminated.

    • Robb 2022-04-23 07:01:16

      I thought it was a moving memory of the hero's twilight, but I didn't expect it to be a meaningful poem. Like Kijiro's summer, father and son changed each other affectionately, giving birth to courage and truth, and the courage to live even in the dark. A tango is more intense than love, and a speech is more enjoyable than scolding!

    Scent of a Woman quotes

    • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Your father pedals car telephones at a 300 percent markup. Your mother works on heavy commission at a camera store. Graduated to it from espresso machines. Hah!

      [pause]

      Lt. Col. Frank Slade: What are you, dying of some wasting disease?

      Charlie Simms: No, I'm right - I'm right here.

      Lt. Col. Frank Slade: I know exactly where your body is. What I'm looking for is some indication of a brain. Too much football without a helmet? Hah! Lyndon's line on Gerry Ford. Deputy debriefer, Paris, peace talks, '68. Snagged a silver star and a silver bar. Threw me into G-2.

      Charlie Simms: G-2?

      Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Intelligence. Of which you have none.

    • Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Can't believe they're my blood. I.Q. of sloths and the manners of banshees. He's a mechanic, she's a homemaker. He knows as much about cars as a beauty queen, and she bakes cookies, taste like wing nuts. As for the tots, they're twits.