brothers in the same pair of pants

Reginald 2022-03-18 09:01:03

I Love You, Man. The name of the movie is a bit ambiguous. Of course, this is also American culture, and it feels more like a Guy friend. Peter is proud of his life and is about to marry his lover Zoe, but a problem arises. Peter does not know why, but his best friend is his mother. He is isolated, so finding a best man is his biggest problem at the moment. This is the beginning of a man-to-man date. Life is full of different kinds of people. Different daters lead to different jokes, until they meet Sidney and start their friendship journey.

"We were 17 years old that year, love was everything to me, friends were the whole world, never change, only change..." (interlude a ditty).

When I was a teenager, my friends were all around me, playing together. At the age of 30, even if friends meet by chance, they are constantly chatting, the joy of life, work, and play. When there is always disagreement between friends, the face is red with each other, but there will never be an overnight feud. Friends inevitably have unacceptable bad habits or shortcomings, but friends are also a kind of fate, and we must learn to accept and tolerate. Love is inherently broad, but love here must be distinguished from Guy friends. In the film, although the friends are separated, Sidney still goes to his best friend's wedding.

Do you still remember us going to the bathroom together, fighting, throwing sandbags, playing ball, stringing chains, watching horror movies on the computer, sleeping on the sofa, drinking wine and watching the World Cup, chatting with actresses, The bar played in the vegetable garden orchard, one played murder, one PS played football, one WOW, one chatted MC. . . . . . No brothers, what memories. We are brothers in the same pair of pants.

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I Love You, Man quotes

  • [repeated line]

    Sydney Fife: Oh, that was my mother's name...

  • Sydney Fife: That open house was understated, it was classy, elegant. I've been to a million of those things, and nobody, *nobody* put out Rosemary Flatbread Paninis. Hold on, my dog needs to shit...