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"Well...
I've been told that you can change the future.
Is it a ripp-off?"
"How many more proofs do you need?
We said on Crackòvia, 'We'll score four goals against Milan,' and..."
"We've scored four goals against Milan!"
"What do you want?"
"I'd like to win a million euros." "A million euros?
But that's not enough money to buy two Ferraris, boy!
Okey, let's go."
"May you win the lottery.
May you win the lottery.
May you win the lotte-ttery."
"Come on, go out.
Come on, you can go away. Next one! Come on, go away!" "Come on!
"Jeez, buddy!
The work is piling up, huh?"
"Hi, I've broken my tibia and fibula. Could you help me?"
"Very easy."
"May your tibia heal.
May your tibia heal.
And may your fibula heal as well."
"Bravo, I'm healed... Ouch!"
"Oh, man, if you force yourself..."
"I want Espanyol to play in Europe."
"Well... What you're asking for... Eh..."
"Eh... Espanyol doesn't rhyme with Europe." "That is it."
"We want Espanyol to play the Europa League next season...
As you can see, it doesn't sound well: there's no rhythm, no rhyme... We're sorry." "What a pity."
"And what about becoming Espanyol president again?" "Only one desire per person, thanks. Next one!"
"Hello, boys. How's it going?" "The *** Iker! What are you doing round here?" "I wanna be a starter again"
"Yes, of course. And I wanna be 25 years old again."
"I'm sorry, boy. Mourinho's black magic is too strong for us."
"Listen, buddy. Should we tell them that the song was a stroke of luck?"
"What? Are you kidding me?"
"Well, 'We have to score three goals against Milan to win the tie' doesn't fit."
"Wait a moment. Are you saying we don't have powers?
And maybe we won't guess anymore?
So boy, we better watch the song again, don't we?"