My Best Fiend Script
First...
...cast the beam out
of thine own eye...
...and then the mote from mine.
- Jesus takes off his shirt...
- And lets others speak.
...he kneels before the first one...
...washing his dusty feet
with his shirt.
I am not the Jesus of
the official Church...
...who the police, bankers...
...judges, hangmen, officers,
church bosses, politicians...
...and other powerful
peop
ALADDIN
PEDDLER: Oh I come from a land
From a faraway place
Where the caravan camels roam
Where they cut off your ear /Where its flat and immense
If they dont like your face /And the heat is intense
Its barbaric, but hey--its home!
When the winds at your back
And the suns from the west
And the sand in the glass is right
Come on down,
Stop on by
Hop a carpet and fly
To another Arabian night!
Arabi
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
PAN DOWN TO A ROW OF 몷TELLERS몶 CAGES몸 with long lines of PEOPLE waiting to collect their unemployment checks. A sign above the first window says 몷A - F몸, the second window is designated 몷G - L몸 and so on.
CLOSE ON THE SECOND WINDOW -- Waiting his turn at the head of the line is a BLACK MAN in his early 30몶s. He kills time by trying to make a beat-up old wooden yo-yo perform the ba
WILD THINGS
by Stephen Peters
rewrite by Kem Nunn
FADE IN:
MAIN TITLE SEQUENCE -- BLACK
INTERCUT -- QUICK FLASH-FORWARDS
INSIDE A STEAMY SHOWER -- A wet naked woman and man wrapped
around each other in ecstasy -- legs, arms, hair, mouths.
BLACK -- MORE TITLES -- then
Moonlight reflects on a vehicles shiny surface. FISTS THUD into
flesh. O.S. -- a man slams of the hood, rebounds away.
BLACK -- MOR
Lulu On The Bridge Script
"Close your eyes...
and look at me...
Lock the door,
and youll be free...
Dreams can be reality...
If you live
your dream with me.
Wave goodbye
to what you are...
What you want
is not so far...
Life is short..."
There you are.
Come on, Izzy, lets go.
Theyre waiting for us.
J ust a second.
I cant go on with my
dick hanging out, can I?
Izzy!
Come on!
Nancy!
God wants it th
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Mona Lisa Smile Script
All her life she had wanted
to teach at Wellesley College.
So when a position opened
in the Art History department...
... she pursued it single-mindedly
until she was hired.
It was whispered
that Katherine Watson...
... a first-year teacher
from Oakland State...
... made up in brains
what she lacked in pedigree.
Which was why this bohemian
from California...
... was on he
Wuthering Heights Script
First I found the place.
I wondered who had lived there.
What their lives were like.
Something whispered
to my mind,
and I began to write.
My pen creates stories
of a world
that might have been--
a world of my imagining.
And here is one
Im going to tell.
But take care...
not to smiIe at any part of it.
It begins with a stranger.
-Mr. Heathcliff?
-Mr. Heathcliff?
-Youll ha
Metropolis Script
More than a quarter of the film
must be regarded as irretrievable lost.
Few other films have been so
systematically changed, mutilated,
corrupted as this one. Shots and titles
have been omitted and changed
However, of no other such mistreated film
do we know so well
what the film originally looked like.
Fritz Lang and Thea von Harbou,
different-sex Siamese twins.
Just like their
Maurice Script
Thank you.
Hall.
Come here, please.
- Sir?
- Come on.
Have a good send-off?
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
Mr. Abrahams gave me a picture -
The Light of the World.
The fellas have given me a set of Guatemalas.
Up to two dollars!
The ones with the parrot
and the pillar on.
Look, sir.
Oh, splendid, splendid.
And, um, what did Mr. Abrahams say to you?
Told you you were a miserable sinner,