Come pick me up, take me out, fuck me up, steal my records, screw all my friends behind my back, with a smile on your face and then do it again. I wish you would.

I need some weed.

Nunca me arrepentí tanto de algo, LA PUTA MADRE, necesito volver :(.

They've got me on the outside looking in, but I can't see at all with the weight of the world on my shoulders, they just wanna see me fall.

They want me to be perfect.

You have to learn to pace yourself
Pressure 
You're just like everybody else
Pressure 
You've only had to run so far
So good
But you will come to a place
Where the only thing you feel
Are loaded guns in your face 
And you'll have to deal with
Pressure 
You used to call me paranoid
Pressure 
But even you can not avoid
Pressure 
You turned the tap dance into your crusade
Now here you are with your faith
And your Peter Pan advice
You have no scars on your face
And you cannot handle pressure 
All grown up and no place to go
Psych 1, Psych 2
What do you know?
All your life is Channel 13
Sesame Street
What does it mean? 
Pressure
Pressure 
Don't ask for help
You're all alone 
Pressure 
You'll have to answer
To your own
Pressure
I'm sure you'll have some cosmic rationale
But here you are in the ninth
Two men out and three men on
Nowhere to look but inside 
Where we all respond to
Pressure
Pressure
All your life is Time Magazine
I read it too
What does it mean? 
Pressure 
I'm sure you'll have some cosmic rationale
But here you are with your faith
And your Peter Pan advice
You have no scars on your face
And you cannot handle pressure 
Pressure, pressure 
One, two, three, four
Pressure

Love makes me sick.

Soy gilipollas.

Que gente de mierda.

 I say this world extends way beyond this little field of dreams we're dancing in, and I wanna see that world.

[Cook has discovered John Foster has killed Freddie. Dramatic music plays]

Cook: I don't think you know what I am, mate.

John Foster: I think I do. You're nothing. [Cook nods sarcastically] You don't deserve that girl. And you know... I do.

Cook: [mockingly] I'm a fucking waste of space. I'm just a stupid kid. I got no sense. A criminal. I'm no fucking use, me. I am nothing. So, please... Please... Get it into, you know, into your bonce... that you killed my friend. And... [shrugs] I'm Cook. [John Foster smiles] I'M COOK! [throws a punch. Series ends]

Keep it simple. No future, no names, no touching. This is not a hook-up. I’ve got interpersonal issues. And syphilis. And the reason I chose you is 'cos you’re little, and I do karate. This is, like, a one-day-only deal. And if I see you on the street tomorrow, I am going to blank you, so don’t get weepy about it.

Cuiusvis hominis est errare, nullius nisi insipientis in errore perseverare.

Whatever happened to Lestat I do not know. I go on, night after night. I feed on those who cross my path. But all my passion went with her golden hair. I'm a spirit of preternatural flesh. Detached. Unchangeable. Empty.

I smoke two joints in the morning
I smoke two joints at night

I smoke two joints in the afternoon

It makes me feel alright

I smoke two joints in time of peace

And two in time of war

I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints

And then I smoke two more