deep they cant stand it...
then youre out of luck. Things get very complicated here very quick.
And my guess is youre not gonna be up to it without me talking.
Lord, help me...
My name is Dedee Truitt.
Im sixteen, and this is Creve Coeur, Louisiana...
which is French, I think, for like, fucked heart.
My mother was the kind of mother who always said...
she was her daughters best friend.
Whenever s
act surprised.
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INT. DEHAVENS OFFICE - CAPITOL BLDG. - DAY
Shoes dumped on her desk, DeHaven changes out knee-high
stockings while devoting one ear to...
WHITE HOUSE #1
... to reassure you that he has
every faith in the ability of Mr.
Hayes to guide the Navy into the
next century. The task, as the
Administration sees it, is to
acknowledge changing realities
without losing traditional values.
A
protective gloves, Jerome opens the liquid-nitrogen
cooled refrigerator. A cloud of condensed water vapor billows
out. Revealed inside the fridge are racks of labelled jars and
silicon pouches - some containing a yellowish liquid, some a
deep, red liquid.
In front of one of the jars is a handwritten shopping list -
"TRUFFLES, CIGS, VODKA". Jerome smiles to himself as he
retrieves the note
deep breath now,
cause I aint leaving my pedestal
for the next thousand years.
Let the whirlpool begin.
Oh, yeah.
According to this chart,
I put the coins here.
Relax, child.
The spirits tell me Shang will arrive
and propose to Mulan
before the sun sets.
Still time to get in on the pool.
Mother.
Gambling is like playing Mah Jongg
with blank tiles.
No one really wins.
Im enriched by your presence,
act as porters and are wrangling the two heavily-packed llamas. The Indians become increasingly nervous. They speak to each other in bursts of Quechua. The American, who is known to his friends as Indy, glances back at them.
BARRANCA
(irritated)
Theyre talking about the Curse again!
He turns and yells at the Indians in Quechua, his anger giving an indication of his own fears. The party reaches a
BOUND
by
Larry and Andy Wachowski
??
FADE IN:
Inside a closet.
It is a large closet with double doors, a crisp line of
light cutting down through the center of the darkness.
As we begin to descend, we hear a mans stern voice.
MAN (V.O.)
I know your type. Your type is
dangerous.
We move past a shelf filled with hat boxes and hand bags.
It is a womans closet.
MAN (V.O.)
You know how to act, how to
Meet The Parents Script
Look at the light coming out of the earth
Show me a man whos gentle and kind
And Ill show you a loser
Now show me a man who takes what he wants
Look at that boy sitting on the moon
Look how exciting
Look how exciting
So the poets say
When youre a fool in love
And nothing goes the way you plan
And no one cares and no one understands
That youre a fool and youre in love
Never
My Life To Live Script
A film in twelve scenes
Lend yourself to others and give
yourself to yourself. Montaigne
A caf. Nana wants to leave Paul.
The pin-table
Do you really like the guy?
I dont know. I wonder what
Im thinking about?
Has he more money than me?
-What do you care?
Whats the matter?
Nothing; I wanted to be very precise
I didnt know the best way
to say it
Or, rather, I did know,
but I
deep gash in
her wrist and pools on the floor. The CAMERA moves up the arm.
A WOMAN in her forties lays in bed. The blood flows from her
other wrist, soaking into the mattress. Her eyes are closed,
head titled away from him.
The Boy shows no sign of emotion. He walks over to the
nightstand and starts to open her purse. There is a MOAN from
the WOMAN as she opens her eyes and turns her head toward
THE BRIDGES OF MADISON COUNTY
Our story begins in 1965, on a hot afternoon in August.
FADE IN
EXT. IOWA LANDSCAPE - DAY
Rolling green hills, lush farmland, vast open space. Not a
house or sign of life in sight. On a long dusty road, a TRUCK
is driving across the screen. Clouds of dirt follow in its
tracks -- its motor, the only sound we hear.
INT. TRUCK - DAY
FRANCESCA JOHNSON is sitting in t