Manic Script
Go ahead and turn your head
a little bit.
Im going
to clean this off.
And let me just take a look
at it a little bit closer here.
Im sorry.
Im going to put
a little bandage on that.
Does this hurt?
Im fine.
- Got it?
- Yeah.
How you doing, Lyle?
Im David Monroe.
Im the staff psychologist here.
Punk.
Did you get your ass kicked?
- No.
- No?
Whats that?
Was it cigarettes?
You smoke out
Memento Script
So where are you?
Youre in some motel room.
You just wake up and youre in...
... in a motel room. Theres the key.
It feels like maybe its the first time youve been here but...
... perhaps youve been there for a week...
... three months, its...
Its kind of hard to say, I... I dont know.
Its just an anonymous room.
This guy. Hes here already.
Lenny!
Its Leonard.
- Like I tol
Jules And Jim Script
You said l love you!
and l said Stay!
l nearly said Take me!
but you said Go away!
Circa Jules,
a foreigner in Paris, asked...
Jim, a new pal, to get him
a ticket to the Fine Arts Bal
Jim did and took...
him to get a costume
As Jules chose his slave outfit,
Jims friendship for Jules was born.
and flowered at the ball where Jules
sat with tender, laughing eyes.
Next day, they
In The Heat Of The Night Script
In the heat of the night
Seems like a cold sweat
creepin across my brow
Yeah
In the heat of the night
Im feelin motherless somehow
Stars with evil eyes
Stare from the skies
All mean and bright
In the heat of the night
Aint a woman yet been born
Knows how to make the mornin come
Its so hard to keep control
When I could sell my soul
For just a little light
In the hea
and I will have a major problem.
Too much advantage, your dojo.
Name a place.
Tournament.
Come on, Johnny, kill him!
Point! Chop! Thats two for LaRusso!
Time out, time out.
Go to your sensei. Turn. Kneel.
Hey, Johnny, youre a cream-puff!
Sweep the leg.
You have a problem with that?
No, Sensei.
No mercy.
Warning for illegal contact to the knees.
Ready?
No mercy! No mercy!
Weigh the fist, Johnny.
F
Love Potion #9 Script
I took my troubles
down to Madame Ruth
You know, that Gypsy
with the gold-capped tooth
Shes got a pad
on 34th and Vine
Sellin
little bottles of
Love Potion
Number Nine
I told her that I was
a flop with chicks
Ive been this way
since
She looked at my palm
And she made
a magic sign
She said,
What you need is
Love Potion
Number Nine
She bent down
and turned around
A
Oscar And Lucinda Script
I would have no story to tell you...
if my great-grandfather
had not wagered everything...
to bring that church here
to the Bellinger River...
or if Lucinda Leplastrier had not been
given a Prince Ruperts drop.
Surprise!
Surprise!
Happy birthday, Lucinda.
Oh, its beautiful.
- Your own Ruperts drop.
- Careful. Not too tight.
Gently.
- You see? Not even with a hammer.
- Ill
Metro Script
Backtrack is starting to make up ground
and closing on the outside.
Theyve run past the quarter
pole and Cosy Girl has gone
clear by three lengths.
- Now Backtrack coming out of the pack.
- Come on, Cosy. Come on, Cosy Girl!
Backtrack is gonna be
the danger to Cosy Girl.
They come for home.
Cosy Girl is clear by two.
- One-one-four to Roper.
- But Backtrack is putting in...
- Come on
Jean De Florette Script
Uncle Papet, its me... Ugolin!
Its me.
Oh, its you, Galinette!
Youre back.
- Yes.
- Wait. Im coming!
No, just throw me the key!
Ill be right down.
What a surprise!
- Youre out of the army!
- Yes.
Come, eat something.
Im not hungry. We drank
all night in Marseilles, so...
Come for supper and well talk.
Okay. See you tonight.
No, thats enough.
Shes asking if you want more.
T
and
vehicles - marked and unmarked DC police cars - and two black
SWAT vans.
The panel van - with Marcells Crab House painted on its
sides - pulls to a stop. The back doors open from the inside
and Starling is the first one out - well-rested and alert -
hoisting down her equipment bag.
One of the DC policemen, the one whose girth and manner
say hes in charge, watches the woman by the van slip int