BOX softly BEEPS its
60-second warning to the pulsing of a green light, and the Thief
attaches a small computerized DEVICE which runs a series of
possible CODES at dazzling speed on its display panel, until...
...the right one STOPS. Illuminated in red. The beeping, the
green light, go OFF. The device is removed.
Back to the window, air rushing in, attach a similar suction-
mounted harness from t
memories.
What do you think ofthe new guy?
Are you deaf or something?
Hes skinny.
Still thinking of her, huh?
Apparently shes hearing voices now.
Would it be too much of an effort to put that a bit closer?
Hello.
Maam...
Shes deaf as a post. This way we always know where she is.
Granny, go back upstairs to your room. Theres nothing left. Now go.
You finished? Then dont hang around. Fix
Goodbye Mr. Chips Script
"To the honored memory of Jonathan Brookfield
who hath founded Brookfield School
to the glory of God and the promotion of piety and learning
in the year of our Lord 1492."
1492. The year Columbus discovered America.
Brookfield School. One can almost feel the centuries.
True. Gray, old aged
dreaming over a crowded past.
Were in the heart of England, Mr. Jackson.
Its a hear
From Here To Eternity Script
One, two, three, four.
Hey, Maggio! Hello!
Hiya, Prew.
What are you doing over here?
Transferred over from Fort Shafter.
- You quit the Bugle Corps?
- Yup.
For here?
I didnt pick it.
You made a very bad mistake.
This outfit, they can give back Custer.
Yeah?
Captain aint in yet.
Ill look around.
What do you think youre doing?
- Whats your name?
- Prewitt. Transfer from
box, please.
- I know.
We need a bigger box.
I dont think theyre all going to fit.
Unless Ruby wants her own.
Guess what, Claire?
You have more in there than I do.
- I dont think so.
- Count them up.
Dont count. Thats depressing.
Remember that Ruby has a higher handicap,
because shes a recovering codependent.
I was fired today.
Ruby, did you ever actually fix any of them?
She doesnt really fix th
SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE
By Jeff Arch
Rewritten:
Nora Ephron & Delia Ephron
May 10, 1992
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FADE IN:
CLOSE ON SAM BALDWIN
A card: Chicago.
Hes in his thirties. His neck is pinched into a crisp
dress shirt and tie. His expression is vacant, faraway.
A breeze blows but he doesnt react to it. In the
distance the architect
memories.
And numbersix:
Amend will.
What is he doing?
[Sighs]
[Whines]
[Beeps]
Number 10:
Make tomorrows to-do list.
Ladies and gentlemen!
[Nevins Barking]
Nevins,
your attention, please.
You are about to witness
the third most spectacular stunt...
ever performed
under this roof!
Do you know how hard its getting
to tell people that were related?
Relax.
Ill put everything back.
[Whining]
And now,
box your ears.
Youre not fit to sit in the same room
as my niece.
- She spread the news, he hasnt.
- Or to clean her boots.
- Might I finish my sentence?
- No! I wont argue with such a person.
Let me out of this car this instant.
Dont stand up.
Sit down! Sit down!
Just sit down!
Goodness sakes!
It will, I think,
be generally admitted...
that beethovens fifth symphony...
is the most sublime noise.
box of chocolates *
- * And a long-stemmed rose *
- You think youre bad, eh, baby?
- * Everybody knows *
- Youre bad.
* Everybody knows
that you love me, baby *
* Everybody knows
that you really do *
* Everybody knows
that youve been faithful *
- * God, give or take a night or two *
- That will be $ . .
* Everybody knows
youd been discreet *
- * But there were so many people you just had to meet
box,
the first box,
his finest work.
Commissioned by a wealthy
aristocrat named De L Isle,
a man obsessed
with black magic,
a leader of the occult.
Phillip was so proud
of his work,
a work that would
establish his name,
his family... my family.
He didnt know the great power
the box held...
and the unspeakable things
it would release...
the evil,
the sins,
the pain.
- Is it done?
- Done.
- Is