Of glowing honey-colored stones. Their shapes ABSTRACT as THE CAMERA EXAMINES air bubbles and crystalline patterns.
MOVING UP AND OVER this amber abstraction, the CAMERA FINDS unusual shapes and imperfections caught in the glassy stone: flecks of dirt, hairs, cracks. STILL MOVING. STARBURSTS OF LIGHT ricochet off the different surfaces of the stones.
CAMERA TURNS along a creamy stretch of amber.
Latter Days Script
When I first came to Los Angeles,
it looked like just this mass of dots.
All jumbled and disconnected.
It was pretty disorienting.
What the fuck are you doing? Im straight.
That is so how all guys say that
No, Im serious, dude.
Oh really? Its too bad. Cos Im amazing.
I dont like to brag, but I can suck the engine block
to the tail pipe of the 58 Chevy.
Really?
Yeah, talking bou
A beautiful golden sun is setting. The sky is on fire. The CAMERA starts to move downwards. A large neon sign rises into shot. It rests on top of a skyscraper and fills the frame. The building is neither past nor future in design but a bit of both.
Slowly we pan downwards revealing the city that spreads below... A glittering conglomeration of elevated transport tubes, smaller square buildings wh
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
Old School Script
[speaker drones, indistinct]
Real Estate Query Engine
is a virtual rubicon of information,
putting the lawyer himself
at the controls.
Listen, Im going to take off, okay?
Im gonna try and catch the : back.
Youre leaving the seminar now?
Its not even intermission.
- I dont think you can do that.
- No, its fine. Just cover for me, okay?
- Get it all.
- I guess.
- Listen, could we
ground garage. MacLeod senses a presence. Its very
close.
Suddenly, a MANs silhouette appears in a tunnel, blocking
his path, breath steaming in the artic air.
MAN
MacLeod.
A huge sword appears in the Mans hands. He swings. MacLeod
sidesteps, drawing a weapon from inside his coat.
A Samurai sword, carved handguard, razor-sharp,
feather-light.
The Mans overhead slams onto concrete, ripping up hunk
The Longest Yard Script
Hey, sexy.
I love that dress.
Of course you do, Lorenzo.
You made it.
- Hi, sweetie.
- Hey, guys.
- There you are.
- Lena.
- Youve done it again.
- Well, its all for you, Bradlee.
Gotta mingle.
Oh, the girls are by the pool.
Well, well, well, Lena. So wheres
this sexy boy toy of yours hiding?
I didnt know you were
a football fan, Patrick.
Ive never watched a game. Im just
Nutty Professor 2: The Klumps Script
Well, look what rolled in.
You know, at first, I thought you was old-ass Raisinet riding on a skateboard.
Id like to come over there and choke the life out of you right in front of Jesus.
Sweet Lord, give me strength. Dont make me have to whup nobodys head in church.
Ignore him, Lord. Ignore all his prayers.
He aint nothing, never did nothing. Give him a strok
PAN DOWN TO A ROW OF 몷TELLERS몶 CAGES몸 with long lines of PEOPLE waiting to collect their unemployment checks. A sign above the first window says 몷A - F몸, the second window is designated 몷G - L몸 and so on.
CLOSE ON THE SECOND WINDOW -- Waiting his turn at the head of the line is a BLACK MAN in his early 30몶s. He kills time by trying to make a beat-up old wooden yo-yo perform the ba
WILD THINGS
by Stephen Peters
rewrite by Kem Nunn
FADE IN:
MAIN TITLE SEQUENCE -- BLACK
INTERCUT -- QUICK FLASH-FORWARDS
INSIDE A STEAMY SHOWER -- A wet naked woman and man wrapped
around each other in ecstasy -- legs, arms, hair, mouths.
BLACK -- MORE TITLES -- then
Moonlight reflects on a vehicles shiny surface. FISTS THUD into
flesh. O.S. -- a man slams of the hood, rebounds away.
BLACK -- MOR