La Donzelle Rouge

Music:

I'm a high school lover, and you're my favorite flavor. Love is all, all my soul. You're my Playground Love.Yet my hands are shaking. I feel my body reeling, times no matter, I'm on fire. On the playground, love.You're the piece of gold that flashes on my soul. Extra time, on the ground. You're my Playground Love.Anytime, anywhere, You're my Playground Love. (Air)°°° °°° °°°Lover mine Get your coat and come outside I wanna take you for a ride On into townLover fair We'll be looking sharp, I swear I want them all to stop and stare When we take 'em downGo to town, burn it down, turn around and get your stroll on, baby I'll get the car You get the match And gasolineAnd as we ride Away into the countryside I feel as though I must confide There is a cost When you say Now we got Hell to pay Don't worry, baby, that's okay I know the boss (Afghan Whigs)

Movies:

Vladimir: She certainly has a mind of her own. Dimitri: Yeah. I hate that in a woman.°°° °°° °°° °°° One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (1975)[the inmates are playing cards and betting with cigarettes] Martini: [rips a cigarette in half] I bet a nickel. McMurphy: Dime's the limit, Martini. Martini: I bet a dime. [Puts the two halves onto the table] McMurphy: This is not a dime, Martini. This is a dime. [shows a whole cigarette] McMurphy: If you break it in half, you don't get two nickels, you get shit. Try and smoke it. You understand? Martini: Yes. McMurphy: You don't understand.