About Schmidt Script
Well, for my part.
I would just like to say, Warren, that as the new guy taking over for you -
- I hope I can fill your shoes.
Because from the looks of the people here, -
- and what they think about you, they sure seem awfully big.
Well, as the most of you know, -
- Ive just moved here recently from Demoin.
With my wife, Patty here.
And Kimberly are 14 months old, and...
You
TRACKING DOWN the line of empty, open capsules. Frozen twilight. The final four capsules are sealed, lids in place.
ANGLE - INSIDE CAPSULE
NEWT, then RIPLEY. HICKS next, his head and chest bandaged. Then BISHOP in his caul of plastic. But the lid of Bishops capsule is misted with hothouse condensation.
CLOSER
A tear of fluid streaks the condensation.
An alarm SOUNDS.
A monitor begins to scroll da
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The Kid Stays In The Picture Script
The Los Angeles Times once said...
... that never in the history of Hollywood has
such glamour and talent sat under one tree.
Dr. Kissinger is here and
theres no accident.
Theres more oil on Bob Evans...
Take him home. Take him home!
Just get him the hell out of here!
These past years as chief of
production at
Stars in the black of space. PAN DOWN to sapphire blue sky, the brighter stars still shining through. Its Arctic midnight, the weak sun tiny on the distant horizon. We skim along the water, in and around looming glacial cliffs-- The top of an iceberg pushes through the waters surface. Carved into the ice is a single mammoth word:
G o d z i l l a
We continue past, along the ocean, and discover:
Mondo Cane Script
MONDO CANE
...to neglect
your respectable engagements
and to be here with us,
remembering and celebrating
one of the many children
that this generous land
gave to the world
of culture and art.
Rodolfo Guglielmi,
a son of this land...
We are at Castellaneta,
in the province of Taranto,
where Mister Semeraro,
vice minister
of the cultural affairs,
is commemorating the honorable
c
Amadeus
1 INT. STAIRCASE OUTSIDE OLD SALIERIS SALON - NIGHT - 1823 1
Total darkness. We hear an old mans voice, distinct and in distress. It is OLD
SALIERI. He uses a mixture of English and occasionally Italian.
OLD SALIERI
Mozart! Mozart! Mozart. Forgive me! Forgive your assassin!
Mozart!
A faint light illuminates the screen. Flickeringly, we see an eighteenth century
balustrade and a flight of
Object Of My Affection Script
[People Chattering ]
[Applause ]
Welcome to the Brinkley Schooland our first grade show.
Im George Hanson and thisafternoon we are proud to present...
our own adaptationof The Little Mermaid.
Music will get provided by the BrinkleyTrio led by my co-teacher, Melissa Marx.
And now, on with the show.
Hi, Im Nina Borowski,and I think all of you are new here,
so welcome
The Karate Kid Script
Dont forget to tell Uncle Louie I left
the red wine and Parmesan in the fridge.
I love you. Bye-bye.
- Bye, Judy.
- Send me a picture.
Ill be back soon. Dont worry about it.
- Be careful, now.
- Bye.
- Take it easy, now.
- Bye.
"California, here we come"
Whats wrong? Dont you like my singing?
I dont like the song.
Youre going to love California.
You get up in the morning...
Tiled roofs, the stark white stucco of a colonial town square. Black iron bars at a bank. A briefcase carried in a mans hand. A snipers rifle being assembled. Thick blocks of hundred dollar bills. Placed in the briefcase. A mans teeth as he smiles grimly at the sight.
Sounds over a SUBJECTIVE VIEW. The BRIEFCASE SNAPS SHUT. A VAULT DOOR SLAMS. RUBBER SOLES WALK a tiled floor. Ahead, brilliant, w
Silent and endless. The stars shine like the love of God... cold and remote. Against them drifts a tiny chip of technology.
CLOSER SHOT
It is the NARCISSUS, lifeboat of the ill-fated star-freighter Nostromo. Without interior or running lights it seems devoid of life. The PING of a RANGING RADAR grows louder, closer. A shadow engulfs the Narcissus. Searchlights flash on, playing over the tiny ship