Jean De Florette Script
Uncle Papet, its me... Ugolin!
Its me.
Oh, its you, Galinette!
Youre back.
- Yes.
- Wait. Im coming!
No, just throw me the key!
Ill be right down.
What a surprise!
- Youre out of the army!
- Yes.
Come, eat something.
Im not hungry. We drank
all night in Marseilles, so...
Come for supper and well talk.
Okay. See you tonight.
No, thats enough.
Shes asking if you want more.
T
Anything Else Script
Youd be
So easy to love
So easy to Idollze
All others above
So worth the yearnlng for
So swell to keep
Every home flre burnlng for
Wed be
So grand at the game
So carefree together
That It
Does seem a shame
That you cant see
Your future wlth me
Cause youd be
Oh-so-easy to love
Theres great wisdom in jokes, Falk, really.
Theres an old joke
about a prizefighter in the ring.
Hes
THE AMERICAN PRESIDENT
Screenplay
by
Aaron Sorkin
FADE IN:
As the OPENING TTTLES ROLL against a series of shots of
statues and paintings of former presidents, we HEAR shards of
dialogue from various presidential speeches.
MAIN TITLES END ON
EXT. BEAUTIFUL ESTABLISHING SHOT OF THE WHITE HOUSE - DAY
Its an early November morning, and the sun has just come
over this extraordinary building. WE HOLD
Shawshank Redemption, The
- By Frank Darabont.
1 INT -- CABIN -- NIGHT (1946)
A dark, empty room.
The door bursts open. A MAN and WOMAN enter, drunk and
giggling, horny as hell. No sooner is the door shut than
theyre all over each other, ripping at clothes, pawing at
flesh, mouths locked together.
He gropes for a lamp, tries to turn it on, knocks it over
instead. Hell with it. Hes got mor
SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME
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by
Howard Franklin
Danilo Bach
David Seltzer
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Revisions by Danilo Bach
FADE IN:
INT. MIKES HOUSE - QUEENS - EARLY EVENING
Winter. A celebration. Close friends, cop friends,
family all here to celebrate patrolman MIKE KEEGANS
promotion to detective, NYPD.
The party spills through the house -- front room, dining
room, kitchen, with a small fenced backyard visible be
H A N N I B A L
Screenplay
by
Steven Zaillian
Based on the Novel
by
Thomas Harris
Revision
February 9, 2000
INT. PANEL VAN - DAY
Clarice Starling is dead, laid out in fatigues across a bench
in the back of a ratty, rattling undercover van. Three other
agents sit perched on the opposite bench, staring at her
lifeless body.
BURKE
How can she sleep at a time like this?
BRIGHAM
Shes on a jump-out squ
The Mexican Script
(Car horns)
(Crash)
(Radio) ..in downtown Los Angeles
right now. Here with the traffic...
Ive been waiting for minutes.
- Thought you were stuck in traffic?
- You late?
- You got all the paperwork?
- Yeah.
Are you pissed off at me?
Im just doing my part.
- I know, I know.
- Youre my guy, Jerry, my guy.
Margolese Holdings,
how may I direct your call?.
- Yes, Ill put you through
Nicholas Nickleby Script
What happens when the light first pierces...
the dark dampness
in which we have waited?
We are slapped and cut loose.
If we are lucky,
someone is there to catch us...
and persuade us that we are safe.
But are we safe?
What happens if, too early,
we lose a parent?
That party on whom we rely
for only everything?
Why, we are cut loose again...
and we wonder, even dread...
wh
Angel Eyes Script
You called the dispatcher, right?
Weve got multiple vehicles,
possible DOAs, multiple injuries.
Major accident.
Well need more ambulances.
All units have been deployed.
I dont have an ETA.
-l need those medics.
-Ill do the best I can.
Just get them over here.
Can you hear me?
Listen to me.
Listen to me!
Look at me.
Look in my eyes.
Can you feel that?
Thats my hand. Go on, hold i
Opposite Of Sex Script
Damn it, Dedee!
What is the matter with you? Why arent you dressed yet?
You better get in there, missy, and wear what I put out for you.
Do you hear me?
Im not about to have you show up in that crap you wear to school.
This isnt just any old day of the week, you know.
Youre gonna show me and your stepfather some respect for once in your life.
If youre one of those people w