Muito bom este vídeo promocional para a série mais conhecida no mundo inteiro. E tão simples.
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quinta-feira, 24 de fevereiro de 2011
terça-feira, 22 de junho de 2010
segunda-feira, 23 de novembro de 2009
um olhar e uma música no ar...
Notícia "Porra, mas como é que isto é possível?" do dia: Scarlett Johansson completou ontem 25 anos. VINTE E CINCO!!!! Incrível... Ninguém tem 25 anos! Estou derreado, então já anda para aí a fazer filmes há anos e só agora é que me faz vinte e cinco anos? Speechless. E quando se está speechless, nada melhor que imagens para ilustrar.
E aqui vos deixo um link para mais coisas interessantes (ao carregarem no link vão parar a um blog sem segundas intenções que não alegrar o nosso dia-a-dia) a respeito da tal senhora de vinte e cinco anos, que, by the way, agora também canta. E até é interessante, esta dupla que ela faz com o Pete Yorn...
Enjoy!
terça-feira, 11 de agosto de 2009
um sorriso...
38 meros segundos mágicos. Apenas uma amostra, mas de elevada qualidade, de uma série que nunca desaponta.
Enjoy!
segunda-feira, 21 de abril de 2008
um olhar, um sorriso e uma música no ar...
Não é nada fácil juntar as três famosas partes que dão nome a este blog numa só. Muito raramente isso ocorre. Mas aqui estou eu para vos relatar um acontecimento, um evento, um objecto que consegue fazê-lo.
Rufar de tambores
Rufar de tambores
Tenho uma destas a olhar para mim todos os dias agora na garagem, a pedir-me para a escolher a ela em vez do carro, mas tenho que lhe explicar que ela é pequenina e não pode ir para onde eu vou. Mas ao fim da tarde compenso-a com um passeio, com uma música no ar através do iPod e ela já fica com um sorriso. Era uma ideia que já matutava aqui na cabeça desde o longíquo dia 15 de Maio de 2007, quando vi o "Querido Diário" e me apaixonei pelo filme e pela Vespa. Demorou quase um ano a concretizar-se o sonho, mas está a valer bem a pena! Maravilhosa! Irei tirar fotos para mostrar! E também é preciso baptizá-la! Por agora tem sido aproveitada sempre que é possível!
Enjoy!
sexta-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2008
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)
sexta-feira, 21 de setembro de 2007
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.
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!
quarta-feira, 21 de fevereiro de 2007
Kramer...e mais não digo...
Adoro isto! Adoro! Esta série está recheada de momentos de qualidade extrema e este é um deles!
quinta-feira, 30 de novembro de 2006
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.
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.
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