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Le monde est un terrain de jeu, tous les enfants savent ça, mais on finit par l`oublier en grandissant...

No man ! No man ! No man ! No man !

Hé, tu trouves pas que Karl est un peu mort, là ?

"- Tu as l’air super excité ! Ça se voit.

- Oh, j’ai bu quelques Redbull ! T’as déjà bu du Redbull ? J’avais jamais bu du Redbull mais j’ai bu du Redbull hier soir et maintenant j’adore le Redbull !!"

Allison et Carl Allen

« Réveillez-vous, vous passez à côté de ce truc qu’on appelle la vie. »

Le monde est un terrain de jeu, tous les enfants savent ça, mais on finit par l'oublier en grandissant.

- I'd like two tickets on the first plane out of here, please. We've never done this before.

- The next flight available for boarding... is to Lincoln, Nebraska.

- Okay.

« I've got blisters on my fingers ! »

I know our music isn't that mainstream — I love doing it. It's like my photography. I know there isn't that much demand for blurry photographs taken while running — but ... you know, who cares? The world's a playground! You know that when you are a kid, but somewhere along the way everyone forgets it.

You're dead, Carl. You say "no" to life and therefore, you're not living. You make up excuses to the people around you and to yourself. You're stuck in the same dead-end job you've had for years. You don't have a girlfriend. You don't have anything close to a girlfriend. And you lost the love of your life because she couldn't be with someone who didn't live theirs. And on most nights you're so bored and filled with ennui, you can't even summon the enthusiasm necessary to masturbate. Am I right, Carl?