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domingo, 14 de diciembre de 2014

Sometimes in life, all you have are fucked up, poisonous choices.

Sydney: What the hell do you think you're doing?
Rosalyn: What do I think I'm doing? What the fuck do you think you're doing? You're going to come in here and judge me for flirting with someone else when you've been fucking my husband for how many years?
Sydney: You don't have any fucking clue what's going on!
Rosalyn: I have a ring on my finger. We have a child together!
Sydney: He doesn't love you, Rosalyn. He loves me. And you know it, and I know it, and he knows it. And it might be done now, but it was beautiful, and it was real...
Rosalyn: Stop it.
Sydney: -and we loved each other.
Rosalyn: Shut up.
Sydney: You scare him, and you manipulate him, and you use your son!
Rosalyn: Well, he must like it on some level. He must want it, because he keeps coming back for it. It's like that perfume that you love, that you can't stop smelling even when there's something sour in it. Can't get enough of it. Well guess what? He's never gonna leave me. He's always going to want me, and I will make you so sorry, Edith. I will make you so sorry for what you've done to my family. Mark my words!
Sydney: That is fucked up! I would never say anything that fucked up to anybody, but you do because you're gross inside. You're so fucked up and gross.
Rosalyn: Oh, I'm gross inside?
Sydney: Yeah!
Rosalyn: Maybe you're gross inside. What, robbing people and all that shit that you do? Maybe we're both gross inside. That's what Irving loves about us. At least he's consistent. You know, sometimes in life, all you have are fucked up, poisonous choices.
American Hustle (2013) by David O. Russell

Daddy's a sick son-of-a-bitch?



Rosalyn Rosenfeld: Life is ridiculous. And you know that I would never say anything bad about your father in front of you, but your father is a sick son-of-a bitch.
Danny Rosenfeld: Daddy's a sick son-of-a-bitch?
Rosalyn Rosenfeld: Don't repeat that... but yes.


American Hustle (2013) by David O. Russell

That's our thing.


Rosalyn
: We fight and then we fuck, that's our thing.
 “She was the Picasso of passive-aggressive karate.”

American Hustle (2013) by David O. Russell

It's empty, just like your deals.

Irving Rosenfeld: I told you not to put metal in the science oven, what did you do that for?
Rosalyn Rosenfeld: Don't make such a big deal! Just get another one.
Irving Rosenfeld: I don't want another one, want the one that Carmine gave me.
Rosalyn Rosenfeld: Oh, Carmine! I want the one that Carmine gave me! Carmine! Carmine!
Why don't you just marry Carmine? Get a little gold microwave and put it on a chain around your neck! You wanna be more like Carmine? Why don't you build something, like he does? Instead of all your empty deals; they're just like your fuckin' science oven. You know, I read that it takes all of the nutrition out of our food! It's empty, just like your deals. Empty! Empty!
Irving Rosenfeld: Listen to this bullshit.
Rosalyn Rosenfeld: It's not bullshit! I read it in an article, look: By Paul Brodeur.
Bring something into this house that's gonna take all the nutrition out of our food and then light our house on fire? Thank God for me.

American Hustle (2013) by David O. Russell