Lois, my penis belongs on stage. -Peter
Excerpt from Lost In Translation by Sofia Coppola
I got this from:
http://www.dailyscript.com/scripts/lost_in_translation.pdf
Allthough I think what actually was said in the movie is a little different in some places, the conversation that took place in the movie and the convo in the script are pretty much the same.
I feel very much the same way right now. I wish I knew what to be. And I've been told on more than one occassion by my boyfriend that I am "incredibly snobby." Charlotte too says that John thinks she's "snotty."
Me and Charlotte should get together and listen to those soul searching CD's together...lol. And we can walk around mean muggin' everyone.
Charlotte:
I'm stuck. Does it get easier.
Bob:
No, yes, it does...
Charlotte:
Yeah? But look at you.
Bob:
Thanks. It does, the more you know who you are...you don't care about things the same way...
Charlotte:
I just don't know what I'm supposed to be. I thought maybe I wanted to be a writer...but I hate what I write, and I tried taking pictures, but John's so good at that, and mine are so mediocre...and every girl goes through a photography phase, like horses, you know dumb pictures of your feet...
Bob:
You'll figure it out. I'm not worried about you. Keep writing.
Charlotte:
But, I'm mean.
Bob:
That's ok.
I got this from:
http://www.dailyscript.com/scripts/lost_in_translation.pdf
Allthough I think what actually was said in the movie is a little different in some places, the conversation that took place in the movie and the convo in the script are pretty much the same.
I feel very much the same way right now. I wish I knew what to be. And I've been told on more than one occassion by my boyfriend that I am "incredibly snobby." Charlotte too says that John thinks she's "snotty."
Me and Charlotte should get together and listen to those soul searching CD's together...lol. And we can walk around mean muggin' everyone.
Charlotte:
I'm stuck. Does it get easier.
Bob:
No, yes, it does...
Charlotte:
Yeah? But look at you.
Bob:
Thanks. It does, the more you know who you are...you don't care about things the same way...
Charlotte:
I just don't know what I'm supposed to be. I thought maybe I wanted to be a writer...but I hate what I write, and I tried taking pictures, but John's so good at that, and mine are so mediocre...and every girl goes through a photography phase, like horses, you know dumb pictures of your feet...
Bob:
You'll figure it out. I'm not worried about you. Keep writing.
Charlotte:
But, I'm mean.
Bob:
That's ok.