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Am revazut "It's a wonderful life" si bineinteles ca imi curgeau lacrimile ca de la robinet,mai ales ca pana la final am incercat sa ma abtin.
Placut Clarence,chibriturile alea care se aprind peste tot,nu-ti trebuie cutie,replicile,tot.
Clarence: I can't fly. I haven't got my wings.
Little Mary: Is this the ear you can't hear on?
[whispering in his bad ear]
Little Mary: George Bailey, I'll love you 'til the day I die.
Clarence: Strange, isn't it? Each man's life touches so many other lives. When he isn't around he leaves an awful hole, doesn't he
De fiecare data cand auzi un clopotel,un inger tocami si-a primit aripile.
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