and i guess that i just don't know
Ну, и самое золото: удалённый диалог (боже, храни тумблер: на дайрях ссылки уже давным-давно полетели).
(sound of an engine starting)
BRAD: No, keep the engine off, Ray.
RAY: Brad, can you hand me that pencil, the one with some eraser still on it? These coax connectors are sucking up the dust.
BRAD: Watch that grid pane connector behind the Blue Force Tracker.
RAY: Roger that, big gay Brad.
BRAD: I would hate to lose our Satcom UHF antenna.
RAY: It is fucking sweet.
BRAD: The era of VHF concentric network warfare is finally over. All our battle management software suite in a direct link. FalconView, any time we need it. That’s our twenty-first century warfare for you.
RAY: Actually Brad, FalconView is a civilian version. It’s like over-the-counter.
BRAD: You mean off the shelf.
RAY: Yeah, I said that.
BRAD: No, you didn’t.
RAY: Yeah, I did, but I used a poor choice of words. I meant to say off the shelf. (pause) I wish we’d installed those Bose outdoor speakers on the roof. We could roll through Iraqi towns playing music like GG Allin.
BRAD: Ray, are you breaking my ‘no country music’ rule again?
RAY: Are you kidding me? GG Allin is like the original punk rocker who believed killing people should be legalized. He was fucking awesome.
BRAD: But we don’t have speakers.
RAY: Goddamn right.
BRAD: Anybody remember Recon Marines are swift, silent, deadly?
RAY: What about swift, silent, and stoned?
BRAD: Why do you always say that stupid shit? You don’t even do drugs.
RAY: Well how do you know?
BRAD: You were on the debate team in high school.
RAY: So?
BRAD: Nobody on a debate team ever does drugs or gets laid.
RAY: I just don’t see the facts on which you’re basing your argument.
BRAD: We all know you didn’t lose your virginity until after Afghanistan.
RAY: Oh, Jesus Christ -
BRAD: The whore in Australia, right?
RAY: Oh -
BRAD: Yeah, but did you, now?
RAY: (sputtering) Brad, she was a European African woman.
BRAD: (laughing) A ‘European African’ woman?
RAY: Yes, she was -
BRAD: No, she wasn’t. She was one of those big, angry, drunk women on the street in Perth, selling boomerangs and plates of -
RAY: Brad - Brad, those just aren’t the pertinent facts, all right? We’re having a fucking professional debate here. And besides, she just grabbed me when I came out of that bar. It’s not like I asked for -
BRAD: Even if you’re claiming you were raped, the fact stands: you were a virgin until we got back from Afghanistan.
RAY: What about you, Brad? Some little pointy-headed Stewie baby raking the shag carpet in your fucking family’s living room?
BRAD: Stop it, Ray.
RAY: (affecting the voice of Stewie from Family Guy) ‘Father, mother, where is my carpet rake? I am young Bradley Colbert, a learned [inaudible], whose sole pleasure is raking the shag carpet in my mother and father’s house.’
BRAD: Ray, that is not relevant. You don’t even -
RAY: Brad, Brad, listen, Brad, listen. You used to rake the fucking shag carpet in your parents’ house when you were a kid. You used to rake it so all of the fibers would go in the same direction. That is totally Type-A, OCD behavior right there. That’s just fucking, it’s, it’s kinda pathetic.
BRAD: I did it once, Ray, once. And the point is -
RAY: The point is, Brad, you look so fucking cute when you are angry.
BRAD: (pause) Turn the engine over, Ray.
(sound of an engine starting)
(с)
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(sound of an engine starting)
BRAD: No, keep the engine off, Ray.
RAY: Brad, can you hand me that pencil, the one with some eraser still on it? These coax connectors are sucking up the dust.
BRAD: Watch that grid pane connector behind the Blue Force Tracker.
RAY: Roger that, big gay Brad.
BRAD: I would hate to lose our Satcom UHF antenna.
RAY: It is fucking sweet.
BRAD: The era of VHF concentric network warfare is finally over. All our battle management software suite in a direct link. FalconView, any time we need it. That’s our twenty-first century warfare for you.
RAY: Actually Brad, FalconView is a civilian version. It’s like over-the-counter.
BRAD: You mean off the shelf.
RAY: Yeah, I said that.
BRAD: No, you didn’t.
RAY: Yeah, I did, but I used a poor choice of words. I meant to say off the shelf. (pause) I wish we’d installed those Bose outdoor speakers on the roof. We could roll through Iraqi towns playing music like GG Allin.
BRAD: Ray, are you breaking my ‘no country music’ rule again?
RAY: Are you kidding me? GG Allin is like the original punk rocker who believed killing people should be legalized. He was fucking awesome.
BRAD: But we don’t have speakers.
RAY: Goddamn right.
BRAD: Anybody remember Recon Marines are swift, silent, deadly?
RAY: What about swift, silent, and stoned?
BRAD: Why do you always say that stupid shit? You don’t even do drugs.
RAY: Well how do you know?
BRAD: You were on the debate team in high school.
RAY: So?
BRAD: Nobody on a debate team ever does drugs or gets laid.
RAY: I just don’t see the facts on which you’re basing your argument.
BRAD: We all know you didn’t lose your virginity until after Afghanistan.
RAY: Oh, Jesus Christ -
BRAD: The whore in Australia, right?
RAY: Oh -
BRAD: Yeah, but did you, now?
RAY: (sputtering) Brad, she was a European African woman.
BRAD: (laughing) A ‘European African’ woman?
RAY: Yes, she was -
BRAD: No, she wasn’t. She was one of those big, angry, drunk women on the street in Perth, selling boomerangs and plates of -
RAY: Brad - Brad, those just aren’t the pertinent facts, all right? We’re having a fucking professional debate here. And besides, she just grabbed me when I came out of that bar. It’s not like I asked for -
BRAD: Even if you’re claiming you were raped, the fact stands: you were a virgin until we got back from Afghanistan.
RAY: What about you, Brad? Some little pointy-headed Stewie baby raking the shag carpet in your fucking family’s living room?
BRAD: Stop it, Ray.
RAY: (affecting the voice of Stewie from Family Guy) ‘Father, mother, where is my carpet rake? I am young Bradley Colbert, a learned [inaudible], whose sole pleasure is raking the shag carpet in my mother and father’s house.’
BRAD: Ray, that is not relevant. You don’t even -
RAY: Brad, Brad, listen, Brad, listen. You used to rake the fucking shag carpet in your parents’ house when you were a kid. You used to rake it so all of the fibers would go in the same direction. That is totally Type-A, OCD behavior right there. That’s just fucking, it’s, it’s kinda pathetic.
BRAD: I did it once, Ray, once. And the point is -
RAY: The point is, Brad, you look so fucking cute when you are angry.
BRAD: (pause) Turn the engine over, Ray.
(sound of an engine starting)
(с)
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