O Brother Where Art Thou Script -
- ## Po Lazarus # - # Po Lazarus! #
# Po Lazarus... #
# Well, the high sheriff, he told the deputy #
# Wont you go out and bring me Lazarus? #
# Well, the high sheriff, he told the deputy #
# Wont you go out and bring me Lazarus? #
# Oh, bring him dead or alive #
# O Lord #
# Bring him dead or alive #
# Well, the deputy, he told the high sheriff #
# Well, I aint
Loser Script
-This might be it, Paul. Good luck.
-Thanks.
Oh, boy. lt sure is thick.
lm in.
See, your brothers smart.
Hes smart. Are you as smart
as your brother? l think so.
We are so proud of you.
A full scholarship!
Plus a meal plan.
First one ever in our family.
Of course, he was
reading Archie at .
Hey, hey. Thats for Paul.
-Take this.
-Grandpa, no. l cant.
No, no. You dont know the city.
Ev
Kiss Me Kate Script
Would you get the door, Paul?
- Hi, Paul. - Mr. Cole Porter, sir.
- Thanks for coming. - Hello, Fred.
Youre right on time. Everythings set.
Keyboards dusted, and the pianos tuned.
That is a matter of opinion. By the way, what was wrong with my place?
- You want Lilli to do the part, dont you? - Very much.
Then psychologically, this is the proper setting.
- Here? Where you live
Lenny Script
(clears throat)
Oh, l would say, uh...
Lets see, he was busted
at least nine or ten times.
Twice for possession of narcotics,
and three, four times for obscenity.
Um...
(man)
Ladies and gentlemen, Lenny Bruce.
(cheering)
Did you know that Eleanor Roosevelt
gave Lou Gehrig the clap?
(laughter)
Whatd he say? Jesus, does he
have to get that low for laughs?
Whats the point?
Thats really
Michael Palin: Hello, good evening and welcome to the Ronald Reagan Memorial Bowl, here in the pretty little L.A. suburb of
Hollywood. Well, were about to go in all for wrestling, brought to you tonight, ladies and gentlemen, by the makers of Scum,
the worlds first ever combined hair oil, foot ointment, and salad dressing. And the makers of Titan, the novelty nuclear
missile! You never know wh
Bridget Jones: The Edge Of Reason Script
[Bridget] Another year,
a brand new diary.
Once again l was summoned,
kicking and screaming,
to my mothers turkey curry buffet,
where lve had some of the most
shaming experiences of my life.
- [doorbell]
- Hello, darling.
- Lovely to see you.
- [Magic Moments plays]
lt was, as usual, crammed full
with some of the most dangerous perverts
in the UK,
disguise
A Dirty Shame Script
Sylvia...
Sylvia...
Sylvia
Smile for me
Fill my world
with poetry
Forget those
faraway dreams
That haunt you
Sylvia
Young in years
Let the sunshine
Dry your tears
And we
will walk in the wind
And stars
Like April lovers
With hearts aglow...
Come on back
to bed, Sylvia.
Cant you see
Im cooking scrapple?
It can wait.
Sex is in the air.
Not in here it isnt.
I got
Jesus Of Montreal Script
You killed him.
No, you did.
But I was in Tchermachnia.
I struck him, but
youre the murderer.
You said, Man must
root out the idea of God
and accept mortality,
with no hope of resurrection.
Then will he resign
himself to death
and stop bemoaning
this short life.
His love will be selfless.
Did you think I was deaf?
Woe to those who commit suicide...
to those who destroy th
WAG THE DOG
by
David Mamet
FADE IN:
A CARD, WHITE ON THE BLACK SCREEN, READS
Why does a dog wag its tail?
BENEATH IT, THE NEXT LINE FADES IN:
Because a dog is smarter than its tail.
CROSS-FADE TO THE NEXT CARD, WHICH READS:
If the tail were smarter, the tail would wag the dog.
DISSOLVE
FADE IN:
EXT THE WHITE HOUSE NIGHT
A VAN FULL OF PEOPLE STOPS AT A SIDE ENTRANCE.
ANGLE INT THE WHITE HOUSE
AT T
In black, we hear a chain-gang chant, many voices together, spaced around the unison strike of picks against rock. A title burns in:
O muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending...
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
On the sound of an impact we cut to:
A PICK
splitting a rock.
As the chant continues, wider angles show the chain-gang at w