The Mother Script
Im gonna be sweating like an old donkey.
You know how cold you get in London.
Come over to this side.
-Can I help you with that?
-Thank you very much.
Cross the road and turn right.
-Which one is it?
-That one, I think.
Come on, they invited us.
Its us.
Hi. Sorry.
-Hello.
-Hello, dear.
-God, youre early.
-Not too early, I hope?
No, come in. Its great to see you at last.
Bobbys b
All around this is an almost totally black screen. Now, as the camera moves slowly towards the window which is almost a postage stamp in the frame, other forms appear; barbed wire, cyclone fencing, and now, looming up against an early morning sky, enormous iron grille work. Camera travels up what is now shown to be a gateway of gigantic proportions and holds on the top of it - a huge initial "K"
Love Song For Bobby Long Script
What are you doing here?
Georgianna went a half hour ago.
Youre gonna miss it.
Put that on my tab.
Your bill.
"Tab" sounds like
yall might pay it someday.
Time was never a friend to Bobby Long.
It would conspire against him...
allow him to believe in a generous nature,
then rob him blind every time.
We had lost Lorraine, all of us...
but long before she died.
You c
COPYCAT
Third draft by
Frank Pierson
Participating writers:
Ann Biderman
Jay Presson Allen
INT. LECTURE HALL BERKELEY - DAY
The hall is full. On the stage, DR. HELEN HUDSON is
speaking. HELEN is a forensic psychologist. Behind her is
a projected diagram: PREDISPOSITION, DISSOCIATION, TRAUMA,
FANTASY, VIOLENT FANTASY, FACILITATORS, MURDER, and
TRAUMA-REINFORCEMENT which she can point to with a las
GONE IN 60 SECONDS
by Scott Rosenberg
4/6/99
"I wonder," Toad said to himself presently, "I wonder
if this sort of car starts easily?"
Next moment, hardly knowing how it came about, he
found that he had hold of the handle and was turning
it. As the familiar sound broke forth, the old
passion seized on Toad and completely mastered him,
body and soul ... He increased his pace, and as the
car devour
teachers
blowing up their kids.
Kelp, try to understand
that I understand
that scientists and creators
have their little eccentricities.
Einstein hated haircuts,
da Vinci loved to paint and Newton...
Didnt he have
something to do with figs?
So therefore l, too, realise that you
have many of the same eccentricities.
Leave them in the locker when you
come in in the morning, Professor.
And feel free
Kinsey Script
[ Man #1 ]
Dont sit so far away.
- Anything that creates
a distance should be avoided.
- [ Man #2 ] Okay.
And try not to frown.
- Im sorry. Was I frowning?
- You have to relax.
How can I be expected to open up
if youre not relaxed?
- Right.
- Take a deep breath.
Start again.
As you can see, this piece of paper
has been divided into squares.
There are 287 of them.
Your sex history wi
earlier about that little black
velvet strapless you had in the window.
Hello. Im trying to find out the truth
about the Eskimo habit of rubbing noses.
That isnt very much
of a reduction, is it?
Well, do they rub noses,
or dont they?
But I saw an identical one for
ten dollars less in a store downtown.
Never mind.
Ill call the Explorers Club.
And will you call me back?
Thank you.
Reference departm
teacher, too?
She was one of our
brightest students.
Would you give me
some of the water?
Thank you.
Leeds, youre a genius.
You will work.
[Classical Music Plays]
Ooh.
Yeah.
Mr. Bach.
Hear that...
cat?
Ooh.
Ba-boom-a-rang-rang-rang.
Again. Faster.
Ba-boom-a-rang-rang-rang.
One more time,
faster.
Ba-boom-a-rang-rang-rang.
Great. Right.
That is great.
Brilliant.
My Lydia.
Come here, Lydia.
O.K. Put
ED WOOD
by Scott Alexander & Larry Karaszewski
Directed by Tim Burton
FIRST DRAFT
November 20, 1992
FADE IN:
INT. HAUNTED MANSION PARLOR - NIGHT
We move through a spooky shrouded parlor, as a storm rages
outside. THUNDER roars, and lightning flashes in the giant
windows. in the center of the room lies an oak coffin.
Suddenly the lid starts to creak open. A hand crawls past
the edge... and then th