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AND THEN SUDDENLY, THERE IS A CHANGE (TRAVIS BICKLE)
All the animals come out at night—whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets. Thank God for the rain which has helped wash away the garbage and trash off the sidewalks. I'm working long hours now, six in the afternoon to six in the morning. Sometimes even eight in the morning, six days a week. Sometimes seven days a week. It's a long hustle but it keeps me real busy.
Loneliness has followed me my whole life. Everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man.
You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talkin' to? You talkin' to me? Well, I'm the only one here. Who do the f*** do you think you're talking to?
My life has taken another turn again. The days can go on with regularity over and over, one day indistinguishable from the next. A long continuous chain. Then suddenly, there is a change.
I gotta get in shape now. Too much sittin' is ruinin' my body. Too much abuse has gone on for too long. From now on, it will be fifty push-ups each morning, fifty pull-ups. There'll be no more pills, there'll be no more bad food, no more destroyers of my body. From now on, it will be total organization. Every muscle must be tight.
Dear Mr. Bickle I can't say how happy Mrs. Steensma and I were to hear that you are well and recuperating. We tried to visit you at the hospital when we were in New York to pick up Iris. But you were still in a coma. There is no way we can repay you for returning our Iris to us. We thought we had lost her, and now our lives are full again. Needless to say, you are something of a hero around this household.

TRUST IS A TOUGH THING TO COME BY THESE DAYS (R.J. MACREADY)
I'm gonna hide this tape when I'm finished. If none of us make it, at least there'll be some kind of record. The storm's been hitting us hard now for 48 hours. We still have nothing to go on. They could be anybody's. Nobody... nobody trusts anybody now, and we're all very tired. Nothing else I can do, just wait.
How you doin', old boy? I don't know who to trust. I know what you mean. Trust's a tough thing to come by these days. Tell you what - why don't you just trust in the Lord?
I know I'm human. And if you were all these things, then you'd just attack me right now, so some of you are still human. This thing doesn't want to show itself, it wants to hide inside an imitation. It'll fight if it has to, but it's vulnerable out in the open. If it takes us over, then it has no more enemies, nobody left to kill it. And then it's won.
There's a storm hitting us in about 6 hours. We're going to find out who's who.
Yeah! Fuck You too!!!
What do we do?Why don't we just... wait here for a little while..see what happens.

DURANGO 95 (ALEX DELARGE) Ramones Cover
The Durango '95 purred away a real horrowshow - a nice, warm vibraty feeling all through your guttiwuts. And soon it was trees and dark, my brothers.

E POI ALL'IMPROVVISO, ECCO IL CAMBIAMENTO (FERRUCCIO AMENDOLA)
Vengono fuori gli animali più strani, la notte: puttane, sfruttatori, mendicanti, drogati, spacciatori di droga, ladri, scippatori. Un giorno o l'altro verrà un altro diluvio universale e ripulirà le strade una volta per sempre.
Grazie al cielo è venuta la pioggia, è servita a ripulire un po' le strade dall'immondizia che si era ammonticchiata. Lavoro tutta la notte adesso, dalle sei del pomeriggio alle sei del mattino, certe volte anche la domenica; è una fatica ma almeno mi tiene sempre occupato.
La solitudine mi ha perseguitato per tutta la vita, dappertutto. Nei bar, in macchina, per la strada, nei negozi, dappertutto. Non c'è scampo: sono nato per essere solo.
La mia vita ha preso di colpo un'altra piega, i giorni passavano senza niente di nuovo uno dopo l'altro, impossibile distinguerli, tutti uguali, tutti in fila. Poi all'improvviso ecco il cambiamento.
Ma dici a me? Ma dici a me? Ehi, con chi stai parlando? Dici a me? Eh, non ci sono che io qui. Di’, ma con chi credi di parlare tu?
Adesso devo rimettermi in forma, stare seduto tutto il giorno mi ha fatto diventare flaccido, i muscoli sono spariti: da oggi in poi cinquanta flessioni tutte le mattine, cinquanta flessioni... niente più cibo cattivo... lontano dai nemici del mio corpo d'ora in poi la mia vita sarà riorganizzata, tutti i muscoli dovranno essere tesi.
Caro signor Bickle, non so dirle quanto mia moglie e io siamo lieti della notizia che lei si sta rimettendo ed è in via di guarigione. Volevamo venirla a trovare in ospedale quando siamo venuti a New York a prendere Iris, ma lei era ancora in coma. Non sappiamo proprio come sdebitarci con lei per averci fatto recuperare la nostra Iris. Credevamo di averla persa, e adesso la nostra vita è come ricominciata. Non c'è bisogno che io le dica che lei è un eroe.