Chronicle (2.012)

I can fly!

4. 3. 2. 1. (2.010)

In time (2.011)

Don't waste my time.

Jack Reacher (2.012)

You think I'm a hero? I am not a hero. And if you're smart, that scares you. Because I have nothing to lose.

Guerra Mundial Z (2.013)

If you can fight, fight. Be prepared for anything. Our war has just begun.

Enough said (2.013)

Eva: I'm tired of being funny.
Albert: Me too.

Savages (2.012)

I think, basically, you want us to eat your shit and call it caviar.

Sherlock Holmes: juego de sombras (2.011)

A pesar de todo, tenemos que jugar la partida.

Star Trek (2.009)

¿Cuatro años? Lo haré en tres.

Sherlock Holmes (2.009)

¡Es un asunto de competencia profesional, ningua mujer querrá casarse con un médico que no sabe si un hombre está muerto o vivo!

Soy leyenda (2.007)

No estás solo.

Los Vengadores (2.012)

¡Dioses a mí!

Watchmen (2.009)

Rorschach's Journal: October 12th, 1985. Tonight, a comedian died in New York.

Homeland. First Season (2.011)

Why kill a man when you can kill an idea?

Argo (2.012)

This is the best bad idea we have, sir.

Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (2.011)

We are not so very different, you and I. We've both spent our lives looking for the weaknesses in one another.

Enero

Enero es un viaje a Madrid y el frío enroscado alrededor de mi cuello. Es un Davidoff frente al río y un Old Fashioned, o dos, en un catacumba. 
Enero son trece kilómetros sudando junto al Canal (Dreamed a dream by the old canal). Es media docena de ostras y un abrazo. 
Enero es el cochecito azul remontando la carretera entre la nieve y la nada. Es tía Flori abrazándome en la puerta con esos ojos como piedras preciosas. 
Enero es mis hijos y nada más. Es una hora hablando con Julio y otra más si pudiéramos. 
Enero es un torero iluminando el salón y una botella de Lagavulin.
Enero es el río que circula como una bandeja de barro y árboles. Es Neil Young y Mike Scott y yo mismo, mal cantando, por el camino que me trae y me lleva. 
Enero es un café en sillas arrasadas y febrero que vendrá. Es un plato de patatas con calamares y entrar y salir de los coches. 
Enero es Duquane y Omar Little y Stringer Bell. Es McNulty y Enoch Thompson. 
Enero es un libro tras otro y la pantalla hecha añicos. Es una llamada de Fernando y un cuadro torcido.
Enero soy yo. Es ellos.

The Wire. Fifth Season (2.008)

Let's go home.

The Wire. Fourth Season (2.006)

You put a textbook in front of these kids, put a problem on the blackboard, teach them every problem in some statewide test, it won't matter. None of it. 'Cause they're not learning for our world; they're learning for theirs. They know exactly what it is they're training for and what it is everyone expects them to be. It's not about you or us or the test or the system. It's what they expect of themselves. Every single one of them know they're headed back to the corners. Their brothers and sisters, shit, their parents. They came through these same classrooms. We pretended to teach them, they pretended to learn and where'd they end up? Same damn corners. They're not fools, these kids. They don't know our world but they know their own. They see right through us.

The Wire. Third Season (2.004)

We don't need to dream no more.