Lantana Script
Youre okay?
Yeah.
I lost my earring.
- Man: What does it look like?
- Its a pearl one.
Man:
It should turn up.
Im fond of them, cause
my husband gave them to me.
- You should go.
- Yeah.
I...
really enjoyed that.
Yes, I know.
Leon...
Leon...
this is about sex.
Its about a man and a woman
joined groin to groin.
Get it?
Come on.
No.
Like this.
Boy: Mom?
- Im in here.
- I dont have an
Keeping Up With The Steins Script
( war drums)
(man on TV) The ceremonial passage
into manhood involves risk for the warrior.
If he triumphs over his prey,
he will be accepted as an adult.
If he fails, it will cost him
his future status in the tribe,
and possibly his life.
I wish it was that easy in my tribe.
See, Im Jewish,
and our ritual is called a bar mitzvah.
We have to get up
in front of pe
My Favorite Martian Script
Mars surface ops, this is Houston. Were go for data.
Copy, Houston. Base pedal temp good. Remote pedal actuator good.
Probe primary and auxiliary transponders a-okay.
Shunt voltage three zero.
D.S.N. uplink rate is now 113.
Copy. Well see if we can better that for you.
This is the probes
We need all the data we can get.
Uh, standby. Were getting a low current level here
H20
FADE IN:
EXT. STREET - NIGHT - SUBURBIA
Langley, Illinois. A quiet suburb located fifty miles
outside of Chicago.
SUPER the legend: "Langley, Illinois. October 28th 1998"
A HOUSE
nestled in the middle of a tree-lined street. A Honda Civic
pulls into a darkened driveway, the headlights are
extinguished...
PAMELA WHITTINGTON, a middle-aged woman in full registered
nurse attire, emerges from the
A womans face BACKS INTO SHOT, her head resting against grimy wallpaper. She is tense, sweaty, wide-eyed with concentration. This is CLARICE STARLING - mid-20s, trim, very pretty. She wears Kevlar body armor over a navy windbreaker, khaki pants. Her thick hair is piled under a navy baseball cap. A revolver, clutched in her right hand, hovers by her ear. She raises a speedloader, in her left hand,
We are floating up a steep scrubby slope. We hear male voices gently singing "Tumbling Tumbleweeds" and a deep, affable, Western-accented voice - Sam Elliots, perhaps:
VOICE-OVER
A way out west there was a fella, fella I want to tell you about, fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least, that was the handle his lovin parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. This Lebowski, he
King Of New York Script
Read this, puta.
Thanks.
Want a date, honey?
Money, money, money.
Check this out.
You want to stop?
No.
Tubes, my boy, whats up?
What?
Whats taking so long?
Its gonna take a few minutes.
We aint got a few minutes.
We got to get busy.
Why dont you do what you
got to do so we can get busy?
Do me a favor. Here.
Calm down. Relax.
Im gonna show you
how to do this.
Im gonna show
Jennifer Eight Script
- You can drive down there.
- Im already walking. Where is it?
On the infill.
A guy from LA just went down.
- Whats he doing here?
- He waited a while for you,
then decided to go and take a look
himself. Hope thats OK.
Damn right its OK.
With a bit of luck Im going home.
- What have we got?
- A derelict.
They cut his throat.
- Who are you?
- Trimble.
Where do you fit in?
His
THE TALENTED MR. RIPLEY
Screenplay By
ANTHONY MINGHELLA
Based On The Novel By
PATRICIA HIGHSMITH
1st November 1999
1958
PROLOGUE: INT. RIPLEYS CABIN. EVENING.
Fade up on Ripley, as in the final scene of the film,
sitting, desolate in a ships cabin. The camera rotates
around his face, which begins in light and ends in darkness.
RIPLEY (O/S)
If I could just go back. If I could rub
everything out. S
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