Ekh, dievīgās nakts pastaigas ^_^ Fizz + divas kūpošas/degošas oglītes + nesakarīgi zibšņi no debesīm = divas ''es nezinu ko gribu'' dvēseles. Bļe, tas skan pārāk jēli. Aj, lai paliek. Galvenais, ka es sapratu.

 

Tā arī nekāds dižains brauciens uz jūru nenotiek. aj, bet nekas. Šodien jūtos kā tāda savītusi rozīne. Iekačāju sevī zaļo tēju, bet efektu vēl nejūtu. Izskatās, ka atkal iešu iemest sevi gultā, kādā neērtā pozā, lai atkal var mosties ik pa laikam, nogulētas vai notirpušas kājas dēļ.

Clay: How'd you know we were alive?
Aisha: Counted the number of teeth in the chopper wreckage. Plus you guys aren't exactly subtle.

Pooch: Oh my God, I'm the Black Macgyver.
[pause]
Pooch: Blagyver.

Roque: Okay, you stay with us. But if anything smells like a trap, I get to put a bullet in your skull. Does that sound fair?
Aisha: That sounds fun.
Jensen: Sounds like my parents...

Jensen: Can you stand?
Pooch: I've been shot in *both* of my legs. What kind of dumb-ass question is that, really?
Jensen: So now we're Mister Grumpy-pants? You know, you're not the only one who got shot today.

Clay: Pooch, can you stand?
Pooch: Oh. Oh, this is Stupid Question Day. This is Stupid Question Day, and nobody decided to tell me! Naw, that's cool. It's all good.
Jensen: Come on, Legless Pooch, I got ya.

 

Hell of a good action package. Un Clay balss *mm* Orgasmēju katru reizi kā viņš ierunājās. Aisha - hot-baby. Katrā ziņā bija uz ko pamielot acis, kā arī ausīm tīkams soundtracks. Un filmas posteri visi tik labi, ka grūta bija izvēle.