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Alvin: I'd give each one of 'em a stick and, one for each one of 'em, then I'd say, 'You break that.' Course they could real easy. Then I'd say, 'Tie them sticks in a bundle and try to break that.' Course they couldn't. Then I'd say, "That bundle... that's family."
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Alvin Straight: You don't think about getting old when you're young... you shouldn't.
Cyclist #1: Must be something good about gettin' old?
Alvin Straight: Well I can't imagine anything good about being blind and lame at the same time but, still at my age I've seen about all that life has to dish out. I know to separate the wheat from the chaff, and let the small stuff fall away.
Cyclist #2: So, uh, what's the worst part about being old, Alvin?
Alvin Straight: Well, the worst part of being old is rememberin' when you was young.
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Alvin Straight: Anger, vanity, you mix that together with liquor, you've got two brothers that haven't spoken in ten years. Ah, whatever it was that made me and Lyle so mad... don't matter anymore. I want to make peace, I want to sit with him, look up at the stars... like we used to do, so long ago.
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[last lines]
Lyle Straight, Alvin's Brother: Did you ride that thing all the way out here to see me?
Alvin Straight: I did, Lyle.
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De vez em quando é sempre bom a gente ser lembrado que o caminho muitas vezes é mais importante do que o destino, seja o que for que nos aguarda lá na frente. E melhor ainda quando temos uma história tão simples e tão comovente pra mostrar isso, com um velhinho tão fofo e simpático, sempre disposto a compartilhar um pouco da bagagem que eles têm com estranhos.
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Alvin Straight: You don't think about getting old when you're young... you shouldn't.
Cyclist #1: Must be something good about gettin' old?
Alvin Straight: Well I can't imagine anything good about being blind and lame at the same time but, still at my age I've seen about all that life has to dish out. I know to separate the wheat from the chaff, and let the small stuff fall away.
Cyclist #2: So, uh, what's the worst part about being old, Alvin?
Alvin Straight: Well, the worst part of being old is rememberin' when you was young.
* * *
Alvin Straight: Anger, vanity, you mix that together with liquor, you've got two brothers that haven't spoken in ten years. Ah, whatever it was that made me and Lyle so mad... don't matter anymore. I want to make peace, I want to sit with him, look up at the stars... like we used to do, so long ago.
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[last lines]
Lyle Straight, Alvin's Brother: Did you ride that thing all the way out here to see me?
Alvin Straight: I did, Lyle.
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De vez em quando é sempre bom a gente ser lembrado que o caminho muitas vezes é mais importante do que o destino, seja o que for que nos aguarda lá na frente. E melhor ainda quando temos uma história tão simples e tão comovente pra mostrar isso, com um velhinho tão fofo e simpático, sempre disposto a compartilhar um pouco da bagagem que eles têm com estranhos.Daí você se lembra que o mesmo David Lynch que faz maluquices como Cidade dos Sonhos consegue fazer uma pérola como esse História Real (The Straight Story).
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