For the third time I am seeing " The truth is that he likes you enough ", a film definitely not engaged, but I love ... There are some beautiful dialogues ...
"Once a man has left me a voice message at the office so I called home, he sent me an email on the Blackberry and I text message on your phone, he told me responded to my email address private, and so everything is blurred! I regret the days when there was only one telephone number and an answering machine and that there was an answering machine tape and that tape, or there was a message from him or was not there. But now you have to run to check all the portals just to hear declined by seven different technologies. E 'stressful! "
" It' s a laminated "
" There is a coating of real wood? "
" No! Are identical but it costs a hundred times less
"Ah ... I want the same to put the real wood "
" Why? But if you can not see the difference? "
" This is not the point "
" E what's the point? "
" I do not like the way it pretends to be wood. You know .. if you are not wood, not trying to look like wood. "
" It 's the story of a dancing spark! "
" Really? "
" All a lie. "
" Illuminate. "
" We humans have invented spark can not recall them to treat you bad, keep on the string, and then convince you that the anxiety, the fears, the uncertainties involved are in fact the real spark and you drink the women there, I will send down and you like , I like it because you eat of these tragedies, all you love opera. "
" Well, my first husband was an ordinary man: I found him in bed with the secretary busty returning early from a trip to the Maldives, was so predictable! (I was bad for him), my second husband was a bit more creative: I cheated on my sister cn, but it made me even believe to be crazy to suspect, so a little 'mental game of intrigue. But my late husband was a rare gem: it was a problem in covering the tracks, I checked the lists of his phone calls, credit card bills, I followed up on numerous occasions and have never found a single shred of test. E 'was only after his death that I finally knew the property he had with his lover in Austria. But the real master is I have to admit, three husbands, two thousand lovers and I have yet to catch. "