RICK
“Jesus, I’m sick of you Spaniards and your holier-than-thou poetry. Poetry makes anything acceptable in this shipwreck of a country. Just admit you’re a bunch of sadistic bastards.”
( bang ! )
RICK
“Jesus, I’m sick of you Spaniards and your holier-than-thou poetry. Poetry makes anything acceptable in this shipwreck of a country. Just admit you’re a bunch of sadistic bastards.”