Rose:
Working 'til I drop for an audience of four: three nuns and a mother.
Marcel Richard:
It's no good complaining.
Rose:
But she only bothered because it was raining.
Gulietta:
If death were given a voice, that voice would scream through the sky 'Live while you may for I am coming.' So hand me the whine and the dice. I want my carnival now while I have thirst and lust for living. So gather all you can reap before you're under the plough. The hand of death is unforgiving.
George:
Rose, I aught to strangle you!
Alex:
Got a feeling George is watching us. Only he could make a wake this joyous.
Alex:
God, what a fool I was to love you! What was all my searching for? It's never hard to find a whore!
Jenny:
Say the word, say it now! Nice and loud!
Alex:
What the hell, then. UNCLE! Jenny, you're a monster, you ought to be locked up.
Jenny:
Before I am, I think I'll dress for dinner.
Young Jenny:
Why don't you go and forge another masterpiece, instead.
George:
I came to watch a circus, not an overgrown child!
Giulietta:
Still, George, Rose would seem the kind of woman who could live through any blood bath.
Giulietta:
Last year, he forgot my birthday so I rearranged his bookmarks.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
