You Look So Fine

You look so fine
I want to break your heart
And give you mine

Garbage / You Look So Fine

You look so fine
I want to break your heart
And give you mine
You're taking me over

It's so insane
You've got me tethered and chained
I hear your name
And I'm falling over

I'm not like all the other girls
I can't take it like the other girls
I won't share it like the other girls
That you used to know

You look so fine~

Knocked down
Cried out
Been down just to find out
I'm through
Bleeding for you

I'm open wide
I want to take you home
We'll waste some time
You're the only one for me

You look so fine
I'm like the desert tonight
Leave her behind
If you want to show me

I'm not like all the other girls
I won't take it like the other girls
I won't fake it like the other girls
That you used to know

You're taking me over
Over and over
I'm falling over
Over and over

You're taking me over

Drown in me one more time
Hide inside me tonight
Do what you want to do
Just pretend happy end
Let me know let it show
Ending with letting go

Ending with letting go
Ending with letting go

Let's pretend, happy end
Let's pretend, happy end
Let's pretend, happy end
Let's pretend, happy end

Garbage

You Look So Fine

Garbage Version 2.0 (1999)

When did Noah build the ark? Before the rain.

 

Spy game...兩大帥哥的間諜遊戲, 絕妙的一段台詞...

Nathan Muir: Solicit information from someone .

Tom Bishop: Gladly.

Nathan Muir: You just gave her four pieces of personal information for one dubious inpersonal fact.

Tom Bishop:  I was just trying to find out where she got that dress.

Nathan Muir: Ok-what did you tell her...one, you're straight, two, you're engaged, three, tomorrow's your girls' birthday and four, you have no taste in women's fashion. What if she were an asset? You told her four lies that now have to be true.

 

Spy Game (2001)

Well, Clarice... have the lambs stopped screaming?

經典到後無來者的愛樂根老變態  

 

Hannibal Lecter: You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition's given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Agent Starling? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed: pure West Virginia. What is your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp? You know how quickly the boys found you... all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars... while you could only dream of getting out... getting anywhere... getting all the way to the FBI.
Clarice Starling: You see a lot, Doctor. But are you strong enough to point that high-powered perception at yourself? What about it? Why don't you - why don't you look at yourself and write down what you see? Or maybe you're afraid to.

 

The Silence of the Lambs (1991)