Victor and Hugo, with a birds nest in his mouth, on the
balcony. As Quasimodo comes out, the bird awakens.)
Quasimodo: Good morning!
(The bird squeaks its approval.)
Quasimodo: Will today be the day? Are you ready to fly?
(The bird squeaks its disapproval.)
Quasimodo: You sure? Good day to try. Why, if I picked a day to
fly, oh, this would be it! The Festival of Fools! It
will be fun--the j
A Lot Like Love Script
Awesome.
Hey, does Mom know you drive like that?
Whatever, OK.
Can you get your stuff? Im missing .
You know, youre lucky you have
all that gear in your mouth,
cause theyre gonna need your teeth
to identify your charred remains.
- Shut up! Youre such a dick!
- Bye, Nicole.
- ... time apart. Thats all.
- Where is this coming from?
You can come, all right?
Its not...
Never mi
floor.
I only expected to be gone for a day,
but when I saw that layout I stayed over.
And when you see -
Look, honey. Look, heres the plan.
How much?
- "How much"?
- Look, Harry, weve been
through this a thousand times.
How much?
Oh. Mmm.
Well, all right.
For our share,
its only .
- and its a life of ease and plenty.
- No!
- Youve got the money. Youve got it right here.
- Sure. Sure, Ive got it.
than that.
They are Mormon missionaries, swear to God.
Oh. Although rodeo clowns
wouldve been kinda cool.
They mustve loved your aberrant
lifestyle. I dated a Mormon guy once.
His family put him through shock
therapy. We have sex, he was a wild man.
Then he wanna throw
himself out the window.
So, you live on the first floor.
Yes, but its hell on my azaleas
Now, wouldnt it be funny if you con
floor-lights
on a dropping elevator. Were shedding big altitude.
INT. NAV-BAY - MAIN CABIN
OWENS
... crisis program selected Number Two of
this system because it shows at least some
oxygen and more than 1,500 -- would you
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
(hammers a button,
SILENCES ALARMS)
-- more than 1,500-millibars of pressure
at surface-level. Okay, so maybe the ship
did something right for a change....
INT
dozen skeletons pierced by arrows litter the ground.
Deakins shines his flashlight over the floor.
DEAKINS
Trip wires.
They carefully step over the trip wires.
Conrad shines his flashlight on the cross-bows on the wall.
CONRAD
Cool.
Conrad uses a can of gold spray paint from his vest to mark
the trip-wire.
Past the trip wires, to a Y in the caves. Right or left?
The map says left. They conti
few, if any.
ICHABOD
Even though I have seen confessions
pried from the lips of the accused,
often quite literally?
HIGH CONSTABLE
For one who calls himself a
Federalist, your mouth reeks of
Republican liberalism.
ICHABOD
Not Liberalism. Equanimity.
MAGISTRATE
(to High Constable)
Um, sir... might I suggest...
The Magistrate WHISPERS in the High Constables ear. Ichabod
notices with worr
it
this time? - Thats what she says.
New Years Eve. She had her chart
done. New Years Eve and out.
No Acid House,
no product, no delivery.
Thats just her mouth talking.
- Next year: strictly Akasha.
Cosmetics. Thats what shes calling
the company now. - l dont get it.
Why would anyone want to pay
to put weeds on their face?
Whyd anyone pay
to put em up their nose?
Robert, you got a point there.
mouth bites again into
the rat.
CUT TO:
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
In the background we hear Jay Leno s monologue from the
Tonight Show. A small lamp and the glow from a computer
screen illuminates SEBASTIAN CAINE, late twenties with
the shabby good looks of a perpetual grad-student. Wiry
framed and wearing only boxer shorts, Sebastian sips
coffee from an Einstein coffee mug. He peers at a
compl
mouth... she kisses him... she moves her hands up, holds both of his arms above his head.
She moves higher atop him... she reaches to the side of the bed... a white silk scarf is in her hand... her hips above his face now, moving... slightly, oh-so slightly... his face strains towards her.
The scarf in her hand... she ties his hands with it... gently... to the brass bed... his eyes are closed...