Nããããããããoooo. Eu não estou falando do Ketut, mas do Ricardo do Texas ou Richard from Texas. É o amigo falastrão, interpretado pelo maravilhoso Richard Jenkins.
É ele quem ensina a Liz as melhores lições. A primeira delas…
Are you shitting me? The meditation room is within, groceries, decorate that! (…)You have to learn to select your thoughts the same way that you select your clothes every day. Now that’s a power that you can cultivate. You wanna come here , you wanna control your life so bad, work on the mind. And that’s the only issue you should try to control. ‘Cause if you can’t master your thoughts, you are in trouble forever. (…) Stop trying, surrender. Go under the garden and just sit there and still your mind and see what happens. Why don’t you let it be?
Mas a minha preferida é essa:
Big deal. So you fell in love with someone. So miss him. Send him some light and love every time you think of him and drop it. If you could clear out all that space in your mind that you’re using to obsess over this guy and your failed marriage, you’ll have a vacuum with a doorway. And do you know what the universe do with the doorway? Rush in – God, rush in – and fill you with more love than you’ve ever dreamed of. Groceries, I think you have the capacity someday to love the whole world.
E Liz aprendeu:
PS: Richard From Texas também ficou famoso e possui hoje um site. Abaixo o verdadeiro Richard e Liz.
Esse é um dos motivos que eu demorei muito tempo para gostar do Jim Carrie. O filme é muito idiota, os personagens mais ainda, e o roteiro… tem lá uma ou outra cena boa.
Mesmo que ela seja politicamente incorreta.
Harry: Where did you get those? Lloyd: I bought them when we filled up. Harry: We are supposed to talk about all expenditures Lloyd! We are on a very tight budget. Lloyd: This didn’t come out of our travel fund. Harry: Oh. Lloyd: Yeah, I was able to raise 25 extra bucks before we left. Harry: Where did you get 25 extra becks? Lloyd: I sold some stuff, to Billy in 4C. Harry: The blind kid? Lloyd: Yeah, ha ha! Yeah. Harry: What did you sell him Lloyd? Lloyd: Stuff. Harry: What kinda stuff? Lloyd: I don’t know, a few baseball cards, a sack of marbles,
[cough] Lloyd: Petey. Harry: Petey? You sold my dead bird to a blind kid? Lloyd! Petey didn’t even have a head! Lloyd: Harry, I took care of it…
Os dois idiotas ainda tinham um carro tão idiota quanto…