"it stole my sleep last night"

- and how are you today little girl?
- i have a bad cough. it stole my sleep last night.

κολλάω λίγο με τις λέξεις. αυτό το "it stole my sleep last night" μου άρεσε πολύ. δε ξέρω γιατί. ίσως γιατί καθημερινά χρησιμοποιώ τα αγγλικά περισσότερο ως τεχνικό μέσο για τη δουλειά μου παρά ως ουσιαστικό μέσο επικοινωνίας και χρειάζονται τέτοιες απλές προτασούλες για να περάσω από το αποστειρωμένο επιστημονικό λεξιλόγιο στην πραγματική γλώσσα.

πάντα όμως κολλούσα με τις λέξεις. μερικές φορές ξαναβλέπω ταινίες μόνο και μόνο γιατί μου αρέσουν οι διάλογοι. ας πούμε, να ένα κορυφαίο διαλογάκι από το high fidelity, το οποίο νομίζω μπορώ να ξαναδώ άπειρες φορές.

rob> i'm sorry, but can we get this straight? what is his fucking name, ian or ray? what do you call him?
laura> ray. i hate ian.
rob> i hate him too.

ιδού και η συνέχεια του διαλόγου από το script-o-rama.

                         ROB
            I'm sorry, but can we get this
            straight?  What is his fucking
            name, Ian or Ray?  What do you call
            him?

                         LAURA
            Ray.  I hate Ian.

                         ROB
            I hate him too.  So I just call him
            "Mavis." Or "Sissyboy." Or "Mavis
            the Sissyboy."

Laura starts laughing, laying on the couch on her back, very
close to Rob.  Rob leans in, sort of looking down into her
eyes.

                         ROB
            This is where you're supposed to
            say that you haven't laughed this
            much in ages, and then you see the
            error of your ways.

                         LAURA
            You make me laugh much more than
            Ray does, if that's what you're
            getting at.  But I already knew you
            could make me laugh.  It's
            everything else I don't know about.

                         ROB
            You know I'm a good person.

                         LAURA
            Mmm hmm.

                         ROB
            You know that I can cook my ass off
            when I feel like it.

                         LAURA
            Oh ho, so very infrequently.

He moves a little closer.

                         ROB
            You know my favorite beverage is
            your bath water.

She laughs.  He moves in, not really trying to kiss her but
leaving the door open for her... She almost goes for it, but
instead gets to her feet.

                         LAURA
            Time to go.

She goes to her bags.  Rob points to a pile of CDs.

                         ROB
            Don't forget your CDs.

                         LAURA
            Those aren't mine.

                         ROB
            Sure they are.

                         LAURA
            They're not really, though, are
            they?  I know you bought them for
            me, and that was really sweet of
            you, but that was when you were
            trying to turn me into you.  I
            can't take them, I know they'd just
            sit around staring at me, and I'd
            feel embarrassed by them and...
            they don't fit in with the rest of
            what's mine, do you understand?
            That Sting record you bought for
            me... that was a present for me.  I
            like Sting and you hate him.  But
            the rest of this stuff...
                   (bending down to the pile)
            Who the hell is Nick Lowe?  Or Gram
            Parsons?  Or the Boredoms?  I don't
            know these people.  I...

                         ROB
            Okay, okay.  I get the picture.

                         LAURA
            I'm sorry to go on about it.  But,
            I don't know, there's a lesson here
            somewhere, and I want to make sure
            you get it.

                         ROB
            I got it.  You like Sting but you
            don't like Gram Parsons, because
            you've never heard of him.

                         LAURA
            You're being deliberately obtuse.

                         ROB
            I guess I am.

                         LAURA
            Well, think about it.

She hefts the duffel bag, opens the door and exits.

                         ROB
            Fuck.