Scnario : Denis Leary & Peter Tolan
Ralisation : Peter Tolan

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- 16:01 - "Mister Mom" est un film amricain ralis par Stan Dragoti, sorti en 1983. Le personnage princiapl, Jack, se retrouve  s'occuper des enfants et  faire les tches mnagres.
http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mister_Mom

- 41:13 - http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida

- 57:49 - "Dirty Old Town" est une chanson crite par Ewan MacColl en 1949, rendue internationalement populaire par les Dubliners puis par les Pogues.
"Dirty Old Town" ayant t surtout popularise par les Dubliners et les Pogues, deux groupes irlandais internationalement connus, le grand public pense souvent qu'il s'agit d'une chanson traditionnelle irlandaise. En Irlande, beaucoup de gens pensent d'ailleurs que cette chanson se rfre  Dublin. Mme en Angleterre, le grand public ignore souvent qu'elle fut crite par un anglais du Lancashire, d'origine cossaise de surcrot. Mais la magie de cette chanson fait qu'elle s'adapte finalement trs bien  de nombreuses villes industrielles du Royaume-Uni, d'Europe en gnral ou encore des tats-Unis.
http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dirty_Old_Town

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- I mean, it was much better when he was here because she felt like we had an eye on each other. But now, man, that he's gone... Which is another problem because after every huge fire he's gonna be hounding me for details.
- Not to mention telling you the shit you did wrong nad how he could've handled it better.

- Can I just say something else, by the way? Tiffany is the name of a store. And Madison is the name of an avenue. Okay? And Brittany is the name of a slut.

- What's with your face?
- What happened to it?
- I was gonna ask the same thing.
- I was in a fight at a playground. How does that sound?

- Sandbox rules? A sandbox is just sand and kids and toys. There's no rules.
- Look, there's an established social structure in that playground. You can't just walk in there and impose your own world view and value system on that structure.
- Are you secretly going to commie school?

- I say we burn him up and put his ashes in a box.
- First of all, we don't have time. Second of all, we don't have an accelerant. Otherwise he'd already be on fire.

- He was a hell of a firefighter. God knows he loved to eat. He had an encyclopedic memory of porn. Well, you couldn't stump the guy. Lithuanian midget porn? He'd rattle off half a dozen titles without batting an eye. Uncanny.

- Since it was mostly about food with me, I'm gonna leave you guys with a recipe. Take one self-absorbed pretty-boy Puerto Rican. Add one 'long on attitude, short on experience' black guy. Then add two morons, one more stupid than the other. Mix together and let sit. Then finally, add one battle-scarred, haunted, formerly drunken Irish asshole, who screws up his life like other people breathe. Blend all ingredients together, turn on fire, and hope for the best. Sounds like shit, doesn't it? Well, brother, I've tasted it. I've eaten it up these last few years, and it's delicious.

- Never mind. Let's just get the hell out of here. Between the heat, the water and cake mix, you have a Betty Crocker of a tidal wave in no time.

- End of the road, huh?

- My baby has been here less than a minute, and he's already heard the word "fag" three times.

- If you stick around here much longer, I'm gonna kill you.

- People die. We're firefighters. We die a lot.

- * I'm gonna make me a big sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town *

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Fucking enjoy, pals. 8)