Like a Virgin Page #3
- Year:
- 2006
- 116 min
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Do you know how to spell the word?
- B...
- A...
Geez, you rats.
Go inside and study.
We'll have a quiz later.
Hey, Dong-gu.
I heard you do Ssireum these days.
I was surprised, kid.
I've never imagined
you'd do Ssireum.
I... got talent, coach said.
of you, OH Dong-gu.
Do your best.
Now that you've started it.
What you might call it...
'Chunha Jangsa'.
Win that title, alright?
Go on.
Teacher.
I'll really do my best and
come to you with
my head up high.
- Good.
- Teacher, I will call you.
You've held out.
I'm not sure why you're still here
but don't be so stuck up
just because you won a few times.
What you're doing is not
even Ssireum, a**hole.
Captain.
My name is OH Dong-gu.
Don't be offended.
That's how that f***er is.
He's a nitpicker.
I see his discontent for being
in a third-grade team like this.
Then what is he doing here?
If he is that awesome?
There's this guy KANG Jae-wuk,
his long-time rival.
Captain was supposed to be scouted
by the Wuseong High.
But his chance was
sabotaged by that bastard.
He always had to be the #1
but after that he lived
like a hermit.
Honestly who cares about
the school?
A good ranking gets you
into college anyways.
It's actually better for him since
he can do whatever he wants here.
And most of all he can fight
against KANG Jae-wuk.
Is that guy, Jae-wuk, that good?
See with your own eyes
at the friendly match.
It will be worth watching.
Candy
I got a cramp in my leg.
I said to take the subway.
Hey
How many scumbags did you
pack in that tiny car?
You ready?
How strange...
you still have them.
Must've healed by now.
See? All healed now, right?
What are you doing?
Wow, you got big nipples, boy.
Did you put on perfume?
Huh?
This... this is my body odor.
Really?
You smell fantastic, man.
Let's go, Wuseong!
Do your best and
don't humiliate yourself.
Shut the f*** up.
Let's go, Wuseong!
Let's go, Wuseong!
Where's Dong-cheol?
Eat your supper.
What wrong?
Nothing, I just came by...
Just because the weather's great.
Well...
Remember...
When I slapped you...
I was very shocked.
I felt angry, scared
and hated you for being different.
What the...
I...
I'm sorry.
Mom, this is size 115.
But my foot is here.
My feet are so wide
to fit my size.
I often look at them and think...
they're monstrous.
How funny they'd look in heels.
And how people will laugh
if I wear panty hose.
I know for sure. I'm going
to be a really ugly woman.
Whoa, it smells wonderful.
I think I put a little
too much salt.
No, it's delicious...
Oh sorry, should I put it out?
No, it's not that.
Aren't you gonna eat?
After this.
I used to be really pretty.
What's that?
Out of the blue...
When I was sophomore
in high school...
so exactly when I was your age.
I saw your father boxing
for the first time...
After three, four dates?
I got pregnant with you.
I left home immediately
and quit school.
as long as I was with your father.
But after he got injured
he quit boxing
and started drinking.
and I realized something was wrong.
I know I'm a horrible mother...
I'm sorry, Dong-gu.
Because I study,
make money although not a lot...
and live the way I want.
Dong-gu, whether
you look pretty to others,
that's all meaningless.
Living a life the way
you want is...
That is the real life.
You know...
you think...
much more... you might get
tougher than now.
Is it OK?
Alright, I'll respect
your decision.
I will... respect it.
I didn't know you were here.
Where were you
past several days?
Damn, why am I not surprised?
I know people like you.
You always have your own way.
You don't care about others.
You despise
and look down on people.
I know people like you
inside out.
But you have no right
to look down on me.
There's no reason for whoever
to do that!
Motherf***er, what?
We'll have no more
of this anyways.
I'm quitting the team
as your wish.
What do you know
about Ssireum?
Right. I only think about myself.
I can't afford to pay attention
to others.
I only practice and think about
Ssireum and I still lose.
Every day I practice until my hands
f***ing bleed and I still lose.
And you want to quit
your sorry ass?
Because you lost
one f***ing game?
Don't give me that sh*t, f***er.
You're wrong.
How about the over-head throw?
Can I do it
Do you know why you lost?
Hold Ssatba.
Tighter!
Try to trip me over.
You fell because
of your strength.
Ssireum is not all about strength.
Balance is more important.
You make your opponent lose
That's Ssireum.
Don't look, don't think.
Just feel it. Understand?
Feel my move
and find your balance.
Start.
Too slow.
Faster.
Feel how I move.
If you think 'oh, leg then arm',
It's too late.
Right, faster.
Pull it.
He was fine till this afternoon.
Then he suddenly fainted.
What did the doctor say?
What an idiot.
Not sure if now
is the right time
but we got a tight deadline.
It's hard to find a new worker.
Can I suggest you
to the president?
He loves whiskey.
Get a bottle and...
Don't give me that look.
you know. Right?
I think I have something
in my eye.
I don't see any.
Ah, it's better now.
Your eyes seems...
slightly different.
A little.
You look like a Siberian Husky.
because of you.
Hello!
You fool.
Try to escape, yeah?
Way to go!
You now in the Korean
percussion band?
Cheer up.
Don't kill yourself.
An invitation card
Hey, Chunha Jangsa, the champion.
Teacher.
Yes, what?
Just...
Just a little...
While until I can
come to you without any shame.
Just a little...
What are you talking about?
You like that woman,
SONG Sun-Mi?
- What?
- Don't marry her!
I... I... love you too.
I love you more than she does.
And my love started
before hers.
Can't you just...
wait for me a bit?
Just a little while...
Dong-gu, you punk...
- You're a joke!
- Teacher...
Be quiet
when your teacher speaks.
Is that how your parents
taught you?
I've never thought!
This is serious.
On your stomach now!
He can't see you now.
- What is it?
- I told him...
You couldn't see him but...
Johnny Walker... How cute...
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
Give me work. Please.
- Let's have mackerel for dinner.
- I already ate.
Really?
Good.
Korean Ssireum Association
To Oh Dong-gu
I can drink, huh?
What can't you eat?
You're right. I drink well.
Just like my father.
I'm really worried.
You're better than me.
You at least have a dream.
You going for bachelor
of plastic surgery
instead of bachelor
of Arts and Science?
What's wrong?
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