creep

-Did live always so hard or just when child is?
-Always.

-If I win, you keep me with you…for life.
-If you lose?
-Go shopping alone, like before.
-You're gonna to lose, Mathilda. There's a round in your chamber. I heard it.
-So what? What's it to you if I end up with a bullet in the head?
-Nothing.
-I hope you're not lying, Leon.
I really hope that deep down inside there's no love in you.
Because if there is…just a little bit of love in there for me…I think in a few minutes you'll regret you never said anything.
I love you, Leon.

-Nothing's the same after you've killd someone.You life is changed forever.You have to sleep with one eye open for the rest of your life.
-I don't gave a shit about sleeping.loen.I want love or death.That's it.
-I want death.

-Leon, I think I'm kina falling in love with you.
(Leon chokes on his milk)
It's the first time for me, you know?
-(wiping himself off)How do you know it's love if you've never been in love before?
-'Cause I feel it.
-Where?
-(stoking her stomach) In my stomach. It's all warm. I always had a knot there and now... it's gone.
-Mathilda, I'm glad you don't have a stomach ache any more. I don't think it means anything.

-No! You just say that so that I won't worry! I don't wanna lose you Leon!
-You're not gonna lose me Mathilda, you've given me a taste for life, I wanna be happy, sleep in a bed, have roots, you'll never be alone again Mathilda. Please, go now baby, go. Calm down, calm down. Go. Go. See you at Tony's. I'm gonna clean them all. Tony's in one hour. I love you, Mathilda.
-I love you too, Leon.

just watched this movie over again,feel so much hurt...it really touched me

      Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
　　Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.
　　Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing ga me shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your futu re. Choose life.
　　But who would I want to do a thing like that?
　　I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?

      I'm going to change.
　　This is the last of that sort of thing.
　　I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on.
　　Going straight and choosing life.
　　I'm looking forward to it already.
　　I'm going to be just like you.
　　The job, the family, the fucking big televesion,
　　the washing machine, the car, the compact-disc, and electrical tin opener,
　　good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance,
　　mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage,
　　three-piece suite, D.I.Y., game shows,
　　junk food, children, walks in the park,
　　9:00 to 5:00, good at golf, washing the car,
　　choice the sweaters, family christmas,
　　indexed pension, tax exemption, cleaning gutters, getting by.
　　Looking ahead to the day you die.

sometimes,the most beautiful things are the most innocent things,and they keep passing us by. i won't let them pass you by.

can we be evil together?i wanna be evil with you...evil with you...evil with you...

sometimes,i worry that i won't have good stories to tell my kids,like,i won't have good stories about being a kid that other people like,you know?it'll just be boring...it'll just be boring..it'll just be boring...

there is a kid at my school,this boy,daniel,he was always dirty and got made fun of a lot.he killed himself oneday after school.his mom found him hung in his closet.nobody really talks  about him anymore.it's like,it's just something that happened,like it happened a long time ago or something.i bet now he looks down at us,may he just laughs.maybe he was always laughing,inside. i guess it doesn't really matter.

if i could be with you forever,i would be your only dream...i would be your only dream...i would be your only dream...

if we both pretend that there was an end,then maybe there really will be a beginning.and it will start with us running away together,off,off,off,far,far,far away.and we'll live with the lions and sleep in trees,just sleep.that's all we'll need.  do you think about breaking things?we could break things.heart?don't break my heart.