Parę tygodni temu Naczelny dał nam do posłuchania wypowiedź Mary Keitany po biegu w Londynie. Dla mnie to za trudna lekcja angielskiego, ja ni w ząb, tabaka w rogu. Proponuję coś łatwiejszego,
film
OUR GIRL zwłaszcza że znalazłem tekst dialogów
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Główną rolę Molly gra Lacey Turner, gwiazda Eastendersów, która tu podobała się tak bardzo że nakręcono ciąg dalszy tej historii jako serial.
Kto nie chce oglądać całego filmu niech chociaż zobaczy doskonałą scenę 23:45-29:20. Molly mówi o tym jak wygląda jej życie, jaką przyszłość ma przed sobą.
-Morning, ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to this part of your selection known as The Icebreaker.
Each and every one of you will be coming up here, individually,
and telling us a little bit about yourselves.
Who's going to be brave enough to go first? Uh?
OK. I hear you've got a lot to say for yourself.
-Who told you that?
-Get up here. You never stop fucking chuntering on.
Now, come on, now's your chance, cos we all want to listen.
Good.Up here.Where you going?
-I don't want to stand up and talk.
-Fair play. The army's not for everyone. Leave now, though,
and you'll regret it for the rest of your life.
-You reckon?
-I know. See, I had you down as a trier, eh. I thought
you'd be brave enough to come up here and talk for a while.
-You don't think I'm going to make the grade anyhow!
I can see you all looking down your big, shiny schnozes at me.
-Don't be so fucking wet. Turn around and talk to the class
or have everyone know what a lettuce you are.
-A lettuce? Loser.
-Couldn't do it when it matters, eh? You want that
on your headstone? Let's see if you've got what it takes.
-My names Molly Dawes.
I come from near Stratford, not the one that Shakespeare comes from, the other one in the London Borough of Newham,
which sometimes I think is the nicest place on the planet to live
and other times I think is a right shit-hole.
-Don't look at me again. Get on.
-Sometimes, I walk down East Ham High Street in the sun
and smell the spices, and see every manner of people
and I well up. I feel really proud of where I come from.
And, other times, when it's all powder keggy
and like it's about to blow, I just want to run.
Just want to run away and live in a barn somewhere.
I live off the Portway with my three sisters, my two brothers,
my pregnant mum and my tosspot of a dad.
All crammed into this little Lego house that's bursting at the
seams with noise and toys and cheap Polish lager,
kids scooters, piles and piles of washing
that my mum keeps meaning to do, but she's always too knackered
cos my dad's enough to knacker any bugger out.
He's at home all day on the sick, cos when he was a Sky dish fitter,
some toerag had it away with his ladder and he fell off this
roof and landed in a bush. Done his back in. He went to hospital.
He had to shit in a pan for weeks cos he couldn't get out of bed.
Lost his job and then, he got the depression, my mum reckons.
Some days, he's as right as a ninepence,and other days,
I see him hobbling around, moaning and groaning,
like a 90-year-old.
Then, a mate lends him a tenner and it's a bleeding miracle,
he can shuffle down the pub and get a pint down his Gregory,
which, of course, he says is a muscle relaxant and
if it wasn't for his back, then he wouldn't bother with the drinking.
But sometimes, I can see it all mapped out in front of me.
My shitty little life just waiting to happen.
Middle-aged me, picking up toys and cans of lager,
as my tosspot boyfriend pisses on any dreams I might have had.
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