What will you be drinking, sir?
Jack Torrance:
Hair of the dog that bit me, Lloyd.

pentru mareata zi de 8 martie, in which i haven't had a drink, ok ?
Lloyd:
Women. Can't live with them, can't live without them.
Jack Torrance:
Words of wisdom, Lloyd, my man. Words of wisdom.
si varianta autohtona (sometime in February, but no Xmas in February, Lou)

photo by mosheda(y)an. blog de night/daywatch, in cazul asta night (of the living dead)
Lloyd:
How are things going, Mr. Torrance?Jack Torrance:
Things could be better, Lloyd. Things could be a whole lot better.
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