-
Leann 2021-12-22 08:01:04
Love Billy to death. . .
A large number of classic video works emerged in Hollywood in the 1930s and 1940s, and these works only portray all kinds of life in black and white. Perhaps, today, more than half a century later, when we encounter the low ebb in life and want to feel the true feelings in the world, watching a...
-
Blaze 2021-12-22 08:01:04
"Battlefield Army Soul (Stalag 17)": Prison Infernal Affairs (IMDB250 TOP 207)
Copyright statement: When reprinting, please indicate the original source and author information of the article in the form of a hyperlink and this statement
http://qfmeng.blogbus.com/logs/156901844.html
Stalag 17 (1953) is
another Billy Wilder movie. Looking at his name on the screen, I knew it...
Michael Moore
Related articles
-
Hoffy: [seeing Blondie making use of ping pong balls] What's the idea? You don't think you can eat that stuff.
Sgt. 'Blondie' Peterson: We're building us a smudge pot so Patton can find us when he comes. 20 parts of cellulose, 1 part phosphorous. Watch.
[demonstrating]
Sgt. 'Blondie' Peterson: He'll be able to see our smoke signal four miles away.
Hoffy: But Patton is 400 miles away.
Sgt. 'Blondie' Peterson: Well, I say be prepared.
Hoffy: [laughing] Okay, Boy Scout.
-
Sefton: Lieutenant Dunbar?
Lt. James Skylar Dunbar: Yeah.
Sefton: It wouldn't be James Skylar Dunbar from Boston?
Lt. James Skylar Dunbar: Yes, it sure would. Do we know each other?
Animal: Oh, he's from Boston, too, but you wouldn't know him. Not unless you had your house robbed.
Sefton: Maybe he would. We were gonna be officers together, remember? Only they washed me out. Glad to see you made it. Of course, it couldn't be that all of that dough behind you had something to do with it. His mother's got $20 million.
Lt. James Skylar Dunbar: 25.
Sefton: They've got a summer home in Nantucket with an upstairs polo field. Better put a canopy over his bunk.
Hoffy: Lay off, Sefton.
Sefton: Say, with all your mother's pull, how come you're not a chicken colonel by now?
Hoffy: Lay off, I said, unless you want your head handed to you.
