When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me. And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me, Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

sábado, 27 de agosto de 2011

Cook: You You did something to my friend?
John Foster: This is wasting time. Would you kneel down, please?
Cook: Mr. Foster
John Foster: Dr. Foster actually. Kneel down please
Cook: I dont think you know what I am mate.
John Foster: I think I do. Youre nothing. You dont deserve that girl And, you knowI do.

Cook: Im a fucking waste of space Just a stupid kid I got no sense. A criminal Im no fucking use I am nothing So please Please Get it into your You know Into your bonce. That you killed my friend And Im Cook. IM COOK!!!!!!

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