http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/view_episode_scripts.php?tv-show=the-expanse-2015&episode=s01e01
Springfield! Springfield!
The Expanse
Dulcinea (Pilot)
Did you come here for my help? Come on.
Admit it.
You miss me.
You miss these little chats.
Good night, Miller.
(SIGHING) Eat something, for God's sake.
You look like hell.
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http://www.e-reading.club/bookreader.php/80121/Hemingway_-_A_Farewell_to_Arms.html
A Farewell to Arms
Ernest Hemingway
20
One day in the afternoon we went to the races. Ferguson went too and Crowell Rodgers, the boy who had been wounded in the eyes by the explosion of the shell nose-cap. The girls dressed to go after lunch while Crowell and I sat on the bed in his room and read the past performances of the horses and the predictions in the racing paper. Crowell’s head was bandaged and he did not care much about these races but read the racing paper constantly and kept track of all the horses for something to do. He said the horses were a terrible lot but they were all the horses we had. Old Meyers liked him and gave him tips. Meyers won on nearly every race but disliked to give tips because it brought down the prices. The racing was very crooked. Men who had been ruled off the turf everywhere else were racing in Italy. Meyers’ information was good but I hated to ask him because sometimes he did not answer, and always you could see it hurt him to tell you, but he felt obligated to tell us for some reason
- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 3:57 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Monday 07 December 2015
