A disheveled young man in a gaily colored Hawaiian shirt is launched into frame by someone offscreen.
He holds a printed paddle that reads "NO. 1468-6 NOV. 29 79."
The hatch marks on the wall behind him are apparently height markers.
VOICE OVER
... The first time I met Ed was in the county lock-up in Tempe, Arizona...
FLASH
As his picture is taken.
CLOSEUP
On the paddle: "NOV. 29 79."
VOICE OVER
Miss Congeniality Script
Theyre fighting again!
Oh, boy.
Dont! Wait! Not my homework!
No! Stop it! No!
Problem, gentlemen?
Hey, dork-brain!
If you werent a girl, Id beat your face off.
If you werent a girl, Id beat your face off.
Youre calling me a girl?
You called me one!
You asked for it.
Now get out of here!
Forget those guys.
Theyre jealous because youre smart and funny.
And girls like that.
Inside Deep Throat Script
[Crime Of The Century
by Supertramp playing]
Now theyre planning
the crime of the century
Well what will it be?
Read all about their schemes
and adventuring
Its well worth a fee
We are living
in a glorious time,
a time of great conflict
to be sure.
(male newsreader # )
Today, a nationwide crackdown
was underway...
(male newsreader # )
...eight men were arrested
from...
(
There is no vegetation whatever, just sand and odd-shaped rock formations. The air is filled with red dust, which alternately obscures and then reveals the image.
CAMERA MOVES FORWARD optically - enlarging the film grain in the process.
SLOW DISSOLVE
OPENING CREDITS BEGIN
ANOTHER SHOT
Of a barren landscape, once more with bizarre rocks. Dust. Sound of wind.
CAMERA MOVES FORWARD again.
DISSOLVE
We are floating up a steep scrubby slope. We hear male voices gently singing "Tumbling Tumbleweeds" and a deep, affable, Western-accented voice - Sam Elliots, perhaps:
VOICE-OVER
A way out west there was a fella, fella I want to tell you about, fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least, that was the handle his lovin parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. This Lebowski, he
Downtown L.A. Noon on a hot summer day. On an EXTREME LONG LENS the lunchtime crowd stacks up into a wall of humanity. In SLOW MOTION they move in herds among the glittering rows of cars jammed bumper to bumper. Heat ripples distort the torrent of faces. The image is surreal, dreamy... and like a dream it begins very slowly to...
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. CITY RUINS - NIGHT
Same spot as the last shot, bu
A rail-rider comes chugging along the tracks. Aboard is ARNIE WESTRUM, a big man in a strappy T-shirt and chino pants. He is drinking beer.
ARNIE (sings)
My beer is Rheingold the dry beer...
Think of Rheingold whenever you buy beer...
He drains the rest of his own bottle of Rheingold and tosses it to one side. Up ahead we see a switching point.
ARNIE throws the rail-rider into neutral, opens the
"GODS AND MONSTERS"
Screenplay
by
Bill Condon
Based on the novel
"Father of Frankenstein"
by
Christopher Bram
May 30, 1997
SHOOTING DRAFT
NOTE: THE HARD COPY OF THIS SCRIPT CONTAINED SCENE NUMBERS
AND SOME "SCENE OMITTED" SLUGS. THEY HAVE BEEN REMOVED FOR
THIS SOFT COPY.
FADE IN:
MAIN TITLES BEGIN
Writhing pools of light and dark, out of which emerge images
from "The Bride of Frankenstein," direc
A Chinese GONG SOUNDS and the glittering doors of an art Deco pa-poda slide open to reveal a mammoth silver stairway down which rows of beautiful women start descending.
BEGIN MAIN TITLES
The lovely ladies are a mix of races and they sing a strange, haunting melody - one might think them a heavenly choir, if it werent for their sexy, clinging lame gowns.
INT. CLUB ENTRANCE
From the ethereal beau
ANNIE HALL
written by
Woody Allen
Marshall Brickman
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(Sound and Woody Allen monologue begin)
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FADE IN:
White credits dissolve in and out on black screen. No sound.
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FADE OUT: credits
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FADE IN:
Abrupt medium close-up of Alvy Singer doing a comedy monologue. He
wearing a crumbled sports jacket and tieless shirt; the background is stark.
ALVY
Theres an old joke. Uh, two elderly
women are