What does Clarence have to say about...?

No puedo con el aburrimiento y ni siquiera estoy a la mitad de las vacaciones...¡¡¡por favor que esto cambie!!! En fin, anduve explorando por ahí y encontré el script de mi película favorita: True romance, escrita por Tarantino y dirigida por otro wey. Si pueden conseguirla, mostro, véanla. A mi particularmente me encanta. Salen varios conocidos y es apróximadamente del 93 ó 94. Aquí el primer diálogo entre nuestro protagonista Clarence Wurley y una tipa ya mayor (Lucy).

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CLARENCE: In "Jailhouse Rock" he's everything rockabilly's about. I mean he is rockabilly: mean, surly, nasty, rude. In that movie he couldn't give a fuck about anything except rockin' and rollin', livin' fast, dyin' young, and leaving a good-looking corpse. I love that scene where after he's made it big he's throwing a big cocktail party, and all these highbrows are there, and he's singing, "Baby You're So Square... Baby, I Don't Care". Now, they got him dressed like a dick. He's wearing these stupid-lookin' pants, this horrible sweater. Elvis ain't no sweater boy. I even think they got him wearin' penny loafers. Despite all that shit, all the highbrows at the party, big house, the stupid clothes, he's still a rude-lookin' motherfucker. I'd watch that hillbilly and I'd want to be him so bad. Elvis looked good. I'm no fag, but Elvis was good-lookin'. He was fuckin' prettier than most women. I always said if I ever had to fuck a guy... I mean had too 'cause my life depended on it... I'd fuck Elvis.

LUCY: I'd fucked Elvis.

CLARENCE: Really?

LUCY: When he was alive. I wouldn't fuck him now.

CLARENCE: I don't blame you. (they laugh) So we'd both fucked Elvis. It's nice to meet people with common interests, isn't it?