um sorriso...

São 8 minutos espectaculares!

um sorriso...

Ih, ò Maradona, esta vou ter mesmo que te roubar. Esta série é tão boa que é impossível guardarmos em mente todos os momentos, e teres ido buscar isto é de muito valor. É Natal, pá, tens que entender que é tempo de partilhas, tal como a que eu vou fazer agora.

Enjoy!

um sorriso...

...que há de ser não um mas vários, gargalhadas a alto e bom som inclusivé, com a próxima época de "Curb Your Enthusiasm". Larry David, após seis épocas de paranóias, mal-entendidos, amizades arruínadas, vergonhas, entre outros, decidiu ir buscar para a sétima época nada mais nada menos que o cast do Seinfeld. Teremos portanto Jerry, George, Kramer e Elaine a participar na série, o que só por si é garantia de algo extraordinário.

O resto da notícia que nos deixa ansiosos aqui.

um sorriso...

38 meros segundos mágicos. Apenas uma amostra, mas de elevada qualidade, de uma série que nunca desaponta.

Enjoy!

um sorriso...

Frank: Okay, where's my boy?

George: Oh my God.

Frank: I'm sitting at home, reading a periodical, and this is the call I get? My son is a bootlegger? (He hits George in the head)

George: Ow! Dad...

Frank: Who put you up to this, was it her?

Elaine: All right. Wait a minute. I think you've got it backwards.

Frank: My George isn't clever enough to hatch a scheme like this.

Elaine: You got that right.

Frank: What the hell does that mean?

Elaine: It means whatever the hell you want it to mean.

Frank: You sayin' you want a piece of me?

Elaine: I could drop you like a bag of dirt.

Frank: You wanna piece of me? You got it! (They begin to fight)

um sorriso (em texto)...

RUSSELL (to Jerry and George): We're going to have to do this some other time, so if you'll give me your number, I'll call you later.

GEORGE: You know, suddenly I'm in the mood for pasta primavera myself.

RUSSELL (angrily): Get a good look, Costanza?


New scene - Jerry and George in Jerry's apartment.

JERRY: What were you doing?

GEORGE: Well, it's not my fault. You poked me!

JERRY: You're supposed to just take a peek after a poke. You were like you just put a quarter into one of those big metal things on top of the Empire State Building.

GEORGE: It's cleavage. I couldn't look away. What am I, waiting to win an Oscar here? This is all I have in my life.

JERRY: Looking at cleavage is like looking at the sun, you don't stare at it. It's too risky. You get a sense of it and then you look away.

GEORGE: All right. So, he caught me in a cleavage peek, so big deal. Who wouldn't look at his daughter's cleavage? She's got nice cleavage.

JERRY: That's why I poked.

GEORGE: That's why I peeked.

um sorriso...

Brutal. O post anterior faz-me lembrar desta cena espectacular do Seinfeld. Já de seguida, o texto completo!

Kramer...e mais não digo...

Adoro isto! Adoro! Esta série está recheada de momentos de qualidade extrema e este é um deles!

Não só um sorriso, mas uma forte gargalhada...Momento Histórico!

ELAINE: What're you looking at?
JERRY: There's a naked woman across the street.
ELAINE: (Smiling, chuckling) This is gonna be the easiest money I've ever made in my life. (Moving on to a new topic) So, my fried, Joyce, is teaching an aerobics class. I'm gonna go tonight.
JERRY: (Commenting) Yeah.. the - the waitress should've taken it back.
ELAINE: (Realizes Jerry and George aren't paying attention) So then, I got a call this morning. You know, I was, uh, chosen to go on the space shuttle. We're goin' to Mars.
JERRY: (Still staring at the woman) Uh-huh.
GEORGE: Have a good time.
(Kramer casually enters, takes a few step toward the kitchen, and slaps a wad of bills onto the counter)
KRAMER: (Declaring) I'm out!
(Kramer now has the attention of everyone in the room. Jerry's mouth is open in shock. A moment passes)
ELAINE: What?!
KRAMER: Yeah, I'm out - I'm out of the contest.
GEORGE: You're out?!
KRAMER: Yeah, yeah.. (Notes their reactions) what?
ELAINE: Well, that was fast!
JERRY: Well, it was that woman across the street. (To Jerry) You know, you better be careful, buddy. She's gonna get you next. (Walks out, shutting the door
behind him)
(Jerry, Elaine, and George all look at each other, reflecting)
ELAINE: ..And then there were three.