Plot
While returning from a military expedition a helicopter crash lands a commando unit in a dense, remote tropical jungle - a lost world populated by dinosaurs. Now they must find a way out of this isolated valley before becoming prey for prehistoric predators.
Keywords: attack, bio-weapon, brontosaurus, dinosaur, disaster, eaten-alive, helicopter, island, jungle, jurassic
Sergeant: "Have fun in school." [last lines]
Plot
Robert Miller is a successful financial businessman with a loving wife and a smart daughter ready to take over the family business. Professional secrets involving illegal fraudulent activities start coming out at the same time that Robert's personal secrets take a turn for the worse and threaten to derail everything he has achieved.
Keywords: accidental-death, accounting-fraud, adultery, billionaire, blackmail, business-deal, car-accident, car-crash, car-explosion, central-park
Power is the best alibi.
Robert Miller: This is a trust, in your name, assets of two million dollars. Take a look at that.::Jimmy Grant: Are you serious? You think money's gonna fix this? Huh?::Robert Miller: [perplexed] What else is there?
[first lines]::Maria Bartiromo: But you took a huge bet on the housing crisis in the middle of the biggest boom in housing anybody has ever seen. Why?::Robert Miller: I'm a child of the '50s. My father welded steel for the Navy, and my mother worked at the V.A. They lived through the Depression, Pearl Harbor, and the bomb. They didn't think that bad things might happen. They knew that bad things would happen.::Maria Bartiromo: Is that what's happening now?::Robert Miller: When I was a kid, my favorite teacher was Mr. James. Mr. James said world events all revolve around five things. M - O - N - E - Y.
Ellen Miller: It's all going to be fine. It always is. Just follow the plan.::Robert Miller: And what is that plan?::Ellen Miller: Confidence equals contract.::Robert Miller: You sound like a fortune cookie.::Ellen Miller: They are your words, actually.::Robert Miller: Then you married an idiot.
Det. Michael Bryer: [interrogating] You stay on the phone for a minute and a half with a wrong number. What the fuck do you talk about? Area codes?
Syd Felder: What's baffling to me, despite your sentimental history together, is why you would put your family's future in this kid's hands.::Robert Miller: He's not like us.::Syd Felder: Is that a good thing?
Robert Miller: What you did is way beyond the money.::Jimmy Grant: Nothing id beyond money for you, Robert. We both know that.
Ellen Miller: You broke our little girl's heart.::Robert Miller: That's how it all works, Ellen. You know that.::Ellen Miller: I know, but she didn't.::Robert Miller: She'll be better for it. The world is cold.::Ellen Miller: Then you're gonna need a warm coat.
[last lines]::Brooke Miller: And to receive this prestigious award, I invite now to the stage the man who led this generous effort. And whose financial trading firm, Miller Capital, was just this morning acquired by Standard Bank and Trust. A dedicated businessman, a family man, philanthropist, and all-around humanitarian. A man I am very lucky to call my mentor, my friend, and my father. Mr. Robert Miller... [standing applause]
Det. Michael Bryer: [talking on the phone] Yeah... I need a serious fucking favor.
Flores is one of the Lesser Sunda Islands, an island arc with an estimated area of 14,300 km² extending east from the Java island of Indonesia. The population was 1,831,000 in the 2010 census and the largest town is Maumere. Flores is Portuguese for "flowers".
Flores is located east of Sumbawa and Komodo and west of Lembata and the Alor Archipelago. To the southeast is Timor. To the south, across the Sumba strait, is Sumba and to the north, beyond the Flores Sea, is Sulawesi.
On December 12, 1992, an earthquake measuring 7.8 on the Richter scale occurred, killing 2,500 people in and around Maumere, including islands off the North coast.
In September 2004, at Liang Bua Cave in western Flores, paleoanthropologists discovered small skeletons that they described as a previously unknown hominid species, Homo floresiensis. These are informally named hobbits and appear to have stood about 1 m (3.3 ft) tall. The most complete individual (LB1) is dated as 18,000 years old.
Portuguese traders and missionaries came to Flores in the 16th century, mainly to Larantuka and Sikka. Their influence is still discernible in Sikka's language, culture and religion.
Que decis?
Flores para no estar mal
Flores para no estar mal
Palpitando la salida para poder brillar
Flores para no estar mal
Flores para no estar mal
Flores para no estar mal
Palpitando la salida para poder brillar
Flores para no estar mal
Que decis, como te va?
Sube y baja una [unverified]
Como te va, que decis?
Nada nuevo recubrir
Un dos tres, miralo al revés
Tres dos uno, no va a quedar ninguno?
Un dos tres miralo al reves, miralo al reves
(No dimos para el record)
Miralo al reves
Vos no das lo mejor de mi
Yo no doy lo mejor
(No dimos para el record)
Flores para no estar mal
(para poder brillar)
Flores para no estar mal
Palpitando la salida para poder brillar
Flores para no estar mal
Flores para no estar mal
Flores para no estar mal
Palpitando una salida para poder llegar
Flores para no estar mal
Quien sos vos? Donde estas?
Manos borrando el historial
Donde vamos, que decis?
Nada nuevo descubrir
Un dos tres, miralo al revés,
Tres dos uno, no va a quedar ninguno?
Un dos tres miralo al reves, miralo al reves
(No dimos para el record)
Miralo al reves
Vos no das lo mejor de mi
Yo no doy lo mejor
Vos no das lo mejor de mi
Yo no doy lo mejor
Flores para no estar mal
(No dimos para el record)
Flores para no estar mal
(Para poder brillar)
Flores para no estar mal
(No dimos para el record)
Flores para no estar mal
(Para poder brillar)
Palpitando la salida para poder llegar
Flores para no estar mal
(Alivio de las flores)
Flores para no estar mal
(Para poder brillar)
Flores para no estar mal
(No dimos para el record)
(No dimos para el record)
Alivio de las flores
Para poder brillar
No dimos para el record
Para poder brillar, para poder llegar
Flores são recatadas
Ficam vermelhas, rosas pro mundo ver
Mas enquanto não são notadas
São como flores sem por quê
Quero saber em qual solidão
Estão aquelas flores que eu deixei
Ao seu lado e ninguém viu
Vou envolver nos braços da paz
Todo jardim das flores sem razão
E guardá-las perto de mim
Flores se reparadas
Ficam mais belas, prosas por todo ser
Flores sempre tão enfeitadas
Só necessitam de atenção
Vou envolver nos braços da paz
Todo jardim das flores sem razão
E guardá-las perto de mim
Quero saber em qual solidão
Estão aquelas flores que eu deixei
Olhei até ficar cansado
De ver os meus olhos no espelho
Chorei por ter despedaçado
As flores que estão no canteiro
Os punhos e os pulsos cortados
E o resto do meu corpo inteiro
Há flores cobrindo o telhado
E embaixo do meu travesseiro
Há flores por todos os lados
Há flores em tudo que eu vejo
A dor vai curar essas lástimas
O soro tem gosto de lágrimas
As flores têm cheiro de morte
A dor vai fechar esses cortes
Flores, Flores
As flores de plástico não morrem
Olhei até ficar cansado
De ver os meus olhos no espelho
Chorei por ter despedaçado
As flores que estão no canteiro
Os punhos e os pulsos cortados
E o resto do meu corpo inteiro
Há flores cobrindo o telhado
E embaixo do meu travesseiro
Há flores por todos os lados
Há flores em tudo que eu vejo
A dor vai curar essas lástimas
O soro tem gosto de lágrimas
As flores têm cheiro de morte
A dor vai fechar esses cortes
Flores, Flores
As flores de plástico não morrem
Flores, Flores