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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lieutenant Dann" data-source="post: 27819454" data-attributes="member: 570491">Angel-A 2005*<img src="https://i.imgur.com/2ONVTXu.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /><img src="https://i.imgur.com/T87Dp5Y.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /><img src="https://i.imgur.com/tDWuCTO.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" />- Who are you anyway? How come you fell in my life?- I didn't fall in your life. I fell from the sky.- No, you fell from a bridge. I was there, remember?- I was there too, smarty-pants. I'm talking about before. Before, I fell from the sky.- What do you mean "fell from the sky"? From a plane?- No, from the sky. Up there. That's where I live. I'm an angel, if you prefer.- An angel?- Yes. A real one, coming from the sky. With great white wings and all that.- Yeah? And where are your great white wings and all that?- You don't expect me to unfold them here, in the middle of the cafe.- A chain-smoking angel?- What do you care, if I smoke? I'm immortal.- Okay, then. You're an angel. I'm open-minded. You're an angel. All right? - Fine. Start with this assumption. It can not hurt. - You don't believe me, do you?- Angela, admit that a beautiful, 6 feet tall, blonde girl, smoking like a factory, is not the usual picture of an angel. And you don't even want to show me your wings. How am I supposed to believe you?- You're annoying. I told you I can't unfold them. First, they're too large. And second I only unfold them when I'm leaving. When my mission is complete. But you're so stupid the mission is far from complete. You're so slow at figuring things out. I'm not going home anytime soon.- what mission?- I have come to help you.- For now, you've only made things worse.- You're the one making things worse! Lying all the time, to everybody! Especially to yourself. Not even small lies here and there. You're lying to yourself at a very deep level. And you're afraid, of yourself, of everything, all the time. You're airtight like an oyster who'd be afraid of the sea.- Let's say you're an angel.- How does it go? You're on your cloud, and they call you for an assignment?- Quite simplistic, but that's the idea, yes. you don't get to choose your mission. It's imposed on you. Actually that's a good thing because if each angel got to choose his assignment, the planning department would never manage it. Well, after you got your mission, you go to the dressing room. It's my favorite part.- And what outfit did you choose?- Bitch!- Bitch fits you really well.- Thanks! I've already tried all the other styles. I figured it would be fun to try something more weird.- You've been doing that job for long?- 300 years. Approximately. I'm still young. Why are you laughing?- This story is so great! I never heard a girl who had so much imagination. You should write book.- You still don't believe me, is that it?- No.- There nothing worse for an angel, than being rejected by its mate and returning from a mission without having completed it.- Understand me. I'm a loser, I'm in trouble and a bitch would be sent from the sky to help me?- Yes. What's the problem?*Language·····FrenchWritten and directed by <a href="https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-d&q=Luc+Besson+filmography" target="_blank">Luc Besson</a><a href="https://yts.unblockit.name/torrent/download/30861DDA0B2904548C589EF55C4148474D7772B9" target="_blank"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/2kJSoUS.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></a></blockquote>

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