Singing and dancing and i am a wild man

Dorothy 2022-04-21 09:01:35

When I was in the K-room of the palace, I looked at the young ladies who would dance in Xinjiang and sing Mongolian songs, and I thought, from earlier than the Qing Dynasty, my ancestors regarded singing and dancing as the first entertainment, so why not now? So, so am I. I just like musicals with flickering flesh and big honey like clouds.

"9" is an old story. I watched "Eight and a Half" for the first time when I was a child. It was amazing. Now I basically see that Lewis is still so coquettish, so good-looking, so thin, so bad and so charming. Miss Hudson is getting fat and old. In "Almost Famous", the fresh groupie turned into black stockings on big thick legs and casually gave keys to people. Years, Hong Kong movies say that they are thieves, but the devils are getting old fast, and all of a sudden they are loose and loose. They are robbers or bandits.

What I actually have to rely on is that the fantastic fox father is too good-looking, too cheap, and too middle-class. . . The more I look like a dog in a suit and leather shoes, I feel like I'm actually a wild animal, who is not forced by life, a glowing beauty said I'm pregnant, meditation is useless, exercise is useless, and alcohol is useless . The gray wolf is just a legend, wave your hands tearfully, I can already greet the weather and wilderness in multiple languages. I took a look at the director, and it turned out to be the director of "Crossing Darjeeling" and my top 10 "Squid and Whale" in 2009. The handling of art, indifferent contemporary, nostalgic enthusiasm, gorgeous and shabby vigor, and taste in music Also very good. 1969 was indeed the age of outliners.



The life of soymilk and organic vegetables is pretty good.

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Fantastic Mr. Fox quotes

  • Kristofferson: Uh, do you mind if I slide my bed roll slightly out from under the train set? It's hard to sleep in that corkscrew position.

    Ash: [in the top bunk] There's a lot of attitudes going on around here. Don't let me get one.

    Kristofferson: No, it's only just my spinal cord getting...

    Ash: Sleep wherever you want, man. Here, take my bed! I'll just uh... I'll crawl under the bookcase! Who cares if I get splinters in my ears?

    Kristofferson: Never mind.

    Ash: Oh, you gonna pout about it? 'Cuz I've had it up to HERE

    [gestures with his hand]

    Ash: with the "sad houseguest" routine.

    [Ash turns off the light and continues to read his White Cape comic in bed]

    Kristofferson: Good night.

    [he lies down under the train set and begins to quietly sob; Ash comes down, turns on the train, Kris gets up and they watch it]

  • Beaver's Son: [lays down a box of supplies during a Science lab class] Why's your cousin such a wet sandwich?

    Kristofferson: I beg your pardon?

    Beaver's Son: What's that mean?

    Kristofferson: That means that I don't understand what you just said. A wet sandwich?

    Beaver's Son: Yeah! A wet sandwich. He's too short, he dresses like a girl, he's

    [makes a motion with his hands]

    Beaver's Son: different.

    Kristofferson: Are you a bully? You're starting to sound like a bully.

    Beaver's Son: Watch this.

    [he takes a spoonful of yellow powder and drops it into the bubbling liquid over a Bunsen burner; it explodes and covers both of them in the yellow substance]

    Kristofferson: That's... you just destroyed the whole experiment. We'd better extinguish this magnesium.

    [they raise their safety goggles]

    Kristofferson: Stand back.

    [Kris sprays the fire with an extinguisher]

    Agnes: [watching from a few feet away] Wow.

    Kristofferson: [whistles] Whew!

    Agnes: [to Kris] Hmm. I like your ears.

    [gestures to her own]

    Kristofferson: M... Mine?

    Agnes: Mmhmm.

    Kristofferson: Thank you! I like your... spots.

    Agnes: Really? I used to cover them up, but, you know...

    Ash: Ugh.

    [scoffs]

    Agnes: Hmm?

    Ash: You're supposed to be *my* lab partner.

    Agnes: I am!

    Ash: No you're not. You're disloyal.