The Only Living Boy in New York evaluation action
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Lillian 2022-04-22 07:01:48
At first, it was quite a feeling. British little fresh meat, British beauty, British 007 all came to Manhattan to play waist twister. The three beauties looked very good in the play, but the twisting artist dog blood terrier was a bit destructive later?
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Meaghan 2022-03-25 09:01:19
So ugly. I can see from the inexplicable lines how smug the screenwriter is when writing, but what did you say in the end?? The plot is even more speechless. The old dog's blood is dried to the skin, and the shovel and shovel can be used again. Finally, I really hate the setting of "the new all-knowing and omnipotent old neighbor"! ! irritating! ! ! ! ! !
The Only Living Boy in New York quotes
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Uncle Buster: [Giving a wedding toast] I'm Uncle Buster... Walter's not here because... He's doing two to five. It's no secret. 'Cause, you all know, two to five, for doing the right thing. For believing in the poetry of the constitution. I have only a few thoughts... Drama... Dramatics of marital romance. Staying together. Like the gypsy... told me the poems, written in life lines are never guaranteed. They get busted up. Its moral begins new poetry. Another romance that will explode from time to time... Poetry of married people, like, the Aurora Borealis. Strewn like stars in the sky and the drama of your lives begins. Chapter after chapter... Stories... Books... Revolutions, as I know, will come. I've seen many, lived through them. They play in the least expected places... So get ready. Casey understands Howard. Howard, knows Casey... No. No, not yet... There's always mystery. You both know that. You both know it isn't perfect... Excitement. Trust... and struggle... And the unknown privacies... That keep us together... Glue of struggle... I raise my glass. Fragile glass who was stumped on and shattered. And we'll forever be putting back together. Like the puzzles, we first worked as children... Learning to be patient... Searching for what fits... So many puzzles... So many books in this room... I talk too much... Let's dance.
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Thomas Webb: Who was she?
W.F. Gerald: Oh, she was this woman I knew. She was taken by someone else, a dear friend. We had a profound connection, but she was his girl. It was a mess.
Thomas Webb: So what did you do?
W.F. Gerald: Oh, I left the scene of the crime.
Thomas Webb: You ran away?
W.F. Gerald: Uh, well, at the time, I called it an adventure. But hindsight turned it into something else, which is what hindsight inevitably does. Yeah, I ran away.