Jest taka prośba...

[Gość: G.]

Czy ktoś ma pełen tekst monologu jaki E.Norton wygłasza do lustra, w filmie "25 godzina" ?.. albo wie gdzie mógłbym się go dopaść ?

[alexanderson]

Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in
it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back.
Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking
job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit
cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking
training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and
pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers,
jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their
pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten
years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton
Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar
cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you
fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th
street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African
apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the
universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out
new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail
for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give
me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car,
swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even
get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look
good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-
up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi,
Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck
the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar
Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all
taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown
brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take
five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and
blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven
years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating
plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray
our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's
pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while
you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell,
and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in
fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-
dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent
thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two
whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can
kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fuck Francis
Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's
ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the
back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless
grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to
firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it.
From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the
projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City
to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an
earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then
let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.
[pause]
No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you
dumb fuck!

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