Fragments

Luisa 2021-12-31 08:03:06

No subtitles in the first pass, and consolidation in the second pass.

house of sand and frog-The house that caused the dispute in the play is really in the mist from time to time! It seems that such a moist scene, music, and keynote are doomed to tragedy.

Question: Why does a colonel get mixed up to the construction site? Why would a family of Arabs move to the United States? An extremely important big plate? Selling a house to make money? Why is there the detail of Kathy taking off his shoes?

All the details reflect his majesty and vanity. Go to the construction site and resign.

Grumpy, correct the name,

This is my house-it's not my house

Bleeding in three places: one time when the boy bleeds from his skateboarding leg, one time when Kathy injured his foot, and one time when the boy died.

The eyes of Europeans and Americans look like they are wearing cosmetic contact lenses.

White things for tea?

Did I just lose you?

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House of Sand and Fog quotes

  • Lester: Rough night, ha?

    Kathy: Seems to be heading in that direction...

  • Frank: Kathy? K, is that you?

    Kathy: [on the phone with her brother Frank, She is very upset] Yeah.

    Frank: Mom said you sounded strange on the phone. What's going on?

    Kathy: I need help. I really need some help.

    Frank: What's wrong?

    Kathy: Do you think you could just come out here? Please?

    Frank: K, I'm sorry. I just got a real shit storm here. We just got the new models in, there's inventory...

    [to co-worker]

    Frank: I'll be right there. Just give me a second here.

    Kathy: I just feel lost, Frankie. You know? I just, um... I just feel lost.

    Frank: Look, Ma and the aunts will be out there on the 18th. They can help you, bring you back, straighten you out. Okay? I'm sorry, K, but I gotta go. Okay?

    Kathy: Okay... Yeah.

    Frank: All right. Chin up, baby sister. I'll call you later.

    Kathy: Okay. Hey, don't tell Mom, all right?

    [clicks, dial tone]

    Kathy: ...Okay, bye.

    [Crying and whimpering in frustration over her inability to explain to her brother why she needs help]

    Kathy: FUCK!