Dialogos en Control

Tengo un jodido insomio desde hace mas de 7 dias, y no se si pueda dormir despues de esto en fin. Algunos dialogos en Control trascienden a la imagen que representan, y pueden ser interpretados sin necesidad de conocer algo sobre bueno, algo sobre nada. Ni siquiera pondre de quien son los dialogos, comenten =(.

Existence.
Well, what does it matter?
I exist on the best terms I can.
The past is now part of my future.
The present is well out of hand

I wish I were a Warhol silkscreen
Hanging on the wall
Or little Joe or maybe Lou
I'd love to be them all
All New York City's broken hearts
And secrets would be mine
I'd put you on a movie reel
And that would be just fine

-I think we should get married.
-Are you asking?
-You're mine.
Irretrievably.
- Am I now?
- Yeah.
And you know it.

-It's a bit empty in here tonight.
- Tony Wilson's over there.
- Who?
-Posh bloke from Granada TV.
- Oh, yeah.
- One day he'll be recognising me.
- You'll have to be out a bit more.
- Yeah.

The colour scheme is fuckin' brown
Everywhere in chicken town
The fuckin' pubs are fuckin' dull
The fuckin' clubs are fuckin' full
Of fuckin' girls and fuckin' guys
With fuckin' murder in their eyes
A fuckin' bloke gets fuckin' stabbed
Waitin' for a fuckin' cab
You fuckin' stay at fuckin' home
The fuckin' neighbours fuckin' moan
Keep the fuckin' racket down
This is fuckin' chicken town
...
-How about you, Hooky?
You nervous or what?
-Am I fuck, man?
...
The fuckin' pies are fuckin' old
The fuckin' chips are fuckin' cold
The fuckin' beer is fuckin' flat
The fuckin' flats have fuckin' rats
The fuckin' clocks are fuckin' wrong
The fuckin' days are fuckin' long
It fuckin' gets you fuckin' down
Evidently chicken town

-We were Warsaw.
Now we're Joy Division.
-Excuse me, but what happened
to Slaves of Venus?
- All right. Joy Division's good.
- Joy Division, eh?
What's all that about?
-It's the name of a brothel German
soldiers used during World War II.

When you're looking at life
in a strange new room
Maybe drowning soon
Is this the start of it all?

-I'd never stand for that.
-What?
-Being called something like
"the Buzzcocks".
-What are you on about?
-I don't know. I don't mind the Buzz,
but calling themselves Cocks.
-I don't get it.
-They're not calling themselves
the Cocks, are they?
-They're calling themselves
the Buzzcocks.
-Still got the word "cock" in it, though.

-You're a twat, you are.
You're a bastard.
-Am I? Why is that?
-Because you haven't
put us on television.
-Well, then, you'll be the next band
I'll put on, darling.

I am a believer in Joy Division.
Fuckin' hallelujah.

-Now remember, we are live,
so no swearing or they will cut you off.
- What about "arse"?
- What?
- Is "arse" a swear word?
- "Arse", yes. It's a swear word.
- No, it's not.
- Bernard,
out there I know
"arse" isn't a swear word.
Here, in TV Iand,
"arse" is most definitely a swear word.
trust me, I know
all about swearing and TV.
I'm a master of knowing
when I can and when I can't.
-What about "big dog's cock"?
Can you say that?
-No.

- What's her name?
- Annik.

- Does anyone believe in love?
- I believe in pure... sex.
- I believe in feeling, yeah.
- What does that mean?
- You know, like if I had a car,
and I felt love for the car
and somebody kicked my car.
I'd be as upset as if
they kicked my girlfriend.

- Tell me about Macclesfield.
- It's grey, it's miserable
I've wanted to escape it my whole life.
- What about your wife?
- She loves it in Macclesfield.

My marriage was a mistake.

- He is quite famous now,
though, isn't he?
- Not to me. I still wash his underpants.

- Who's Annik?
- Eh?
- How long have you been seeing her?
Answer me, Ian! Don't ignore me!
- Eh?
- How long have you been seeing her?

Got it, Ian. It's good.
It's fuckin' genius, actually.

We're Joy Division, you're the crowd.
Good night. God bless.

- Who won the fight, Ian or Ian?
- It's like Ian knocked Ian out to me.

Chin up. Could be worse.
Could be the lead singer in The Fall.

- Ian...
- Hmm?
- I'm a little scared.
- Scared of what?
- Scared of falling in love with you.

I don't want to be
in the band anymore.
Unknown Pleasures was it.
I was happy.
I never meant for it to grow like this.
When I'm up there, singing...
... they don't understand
how much I give.
And how it affects me.

- Now they want more.
They expect me to give more.
- Just enjoy yourself.
- It's like it's not happening to me,
but... someone pretending to be me,
someone dressed in my skin.
Now we're going to America
I have no control anymore.

- Don't divorce me, Debbie.
I don't want to lose you.
- It's not that simple, though,
is it, Ian?
- Is this really what you want?
- No. No, I don't.
But you love someone else.
- What's that got to do with us?
- Everything.
You can't leave her, can you?
- It's not that easy.
I've tried. She won't go away.
- Well, then you've made your decision.
- Go on then.
- What?
- Go on, leave me alone!
Don't come back until the morning.
I'll be gone by then.
Get out!

So this is permanence
Love shattered pride
What once was innocence
Turned on its side
A cloud hangs over me
Marks every move
Deep in the memory of what once was love