The Motorcycle Diaries Page #4

- Around here there's a lake with lots of fish and a shed|- Sir, the diagnostic is very...|- We have nothing more to talk about, doctors. Let's go Schatzie

- The next time could you try to help us a little|- Of course i can give you a hand, but never at the price of the health of a man

- Ok, let's say that you are right and the old guy has a tumor,|how the f*** do you tell him like that?

Is the truth, if he can't handle it he can go to hell

- You can't treat a patient like that, you can't|- The guy has a serious problem,|the sooner he looks into it the better

That's the proper treatment, didn't they teach you that|at biochemistry school?

Don't talk to me about proper medicine

Nurse. First graduate and then talk.|You think you know everything, moron

I'm going to look for food

Duck! duck! duck!. Give me gun, move it! move it!

Son of a...

Great Mial...

I hit it, man

- How did you do it?|- I can't f***ing believe it...

Well, there's no other choice but to get in the water|and pick up dinner, no? Fuser, to the water to get the food!

You are really crazy if you think Im going to get in there.|Do you know how cold is that water?

Yes, i know you are allergic to cold, water, hot and all that|but you know what, i am older, wiser and i shot the duck, so|you have to go

- That shot came out of your ass, besides i have asthma|- Ok, you are right. If you can't Ill do it

- I didn't say i couldn't|- You can't or you don't want to|- I didn't say that i couldn't

Or you don't want to and that is the same. Or you could give|me Chichina's fifteen bucks...

...and we eat as God intended, c'mon.

- Look if i get to find that f***ing duck, Ill eat it all by myself|- Ah! in the water, in the water, duck.

- I'm going to get my balls frozen|- For the use you give them, Fuser...

Good Fuser, good...bring on that duck with potatoes.|Is it cold Fuser? Hey! cold? Not over here.

Duck

- Are you feeling sick?|- No, Im just perfect

Bariloche Train Station, Argentina|3 days later|Km 2270

Easy

Fuser...

Fuser, listen to me. Give me Chichina's fifteen dollars and let's|go to a hospital like the people

If you say that to me again, Ill throw up all over you.

Dear mom...what is it that's lost when you cross a border.|Each moment seems to be split in two

Melancholy for what was left behind and on the|other hand all the enthusiasm at entering new lands

Frias Lake, Argentina|February 15th, 1952|Km 2306

- Look Mial, Chile|- Chile! Viva Chile!

- Is it your first time out of the country?|- Yes, of course

You are almost a man, Che

Look Mial, when we are old and tired of traveling, we|should come back and set a clinic on this lake

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