growing serious)
Weve got a real problem here,
something right up your alley.
They cross to the center of the room to a folding table,
covered with a large TOPOGRAPHICAL MAP of the Central
American highland jungle. Philips leans over the table,
circling a set of COORDINATES and a MARK on the open
map.
PHILIPS
Eighteen hours ago I was
informed that one of our
choppers, transporting three
president
grow one later, okay?
But relax...
Theres other people a lot nicer coming up.
We call them losers.
Hello.
Youre not Bill.
No, Im Matt. Bills at school.
Are you one of his students?
Cause he really doesnt like his students coming here.
Its okay, Im his sister.
I gotta call you back.
I didnt know he had a sister.
Who are you?
Boyfriend.
Can I come in? Im a real relation.
Yeah, come on.
Okey-dokey,
My Fair Lady Script
Freddy, go and find a cab.
Do you want me to catch pneumonia?
Dont just stand there, Freddy.
Go and find a cab.
All right, Ill get one.
Look where youre goin, dear.
Look where youre goin!
Im so sorry.
Two bunches o violets trod in the mud.
A full days wages.
-Freddy, go and find a cab.
-Yes, Mother.
Hes your son, is he?
If youd done your duty
as a mother should...
...you would
Agent Cody Banks Script
SEATTLE
- Morning. - Morning.
Hey, Dad, we have to discuss my allowance. I need a raise.
Buying a girl gummi bears wont close the deal.
- Like youd know. - Alex.
But, Mom, Codys almost and Ive had twice as many dates as him.
- Sitting in a tree house isnt a date. - It is when youre playing doctor.
Bye.
You smell good. Did you shave?
- Do your chores. - Ill do them later.
T
me to go against a priest? Get
excommunicated? You think Im nuts?
CHRISTY
You bastard!
VINCE
(trying to calm her)
We can still see each other. Just like
always. Its a different kind of sin.
Smaller.
CHRISTY
You pig!
Vince backs off, and starts searching for his jacket.
VINCE
Babe, its not me! I love you! Its
God!
CHRISTY
You lying sleazeball! The best years of
my life! What am I, garbage? Am I l
pig!
And if only one of you wants...
...to hear me...
...he has to wait...
...until this fucking scum has left.
If I may quote:
"Thou shalt recognize them by
their works." Thats what counts.
Munich, Elisabeth Street
How do you do, Mr. Herzog?
Herr von der Recke, I hope you
are prepared for this invasion.
Yes, we are.
You do know, that this apartment
has a very special meaning for me.
As a thirtee
grow up.
Well--
- He has.
- Then tell me now
How do I live
without you
I want to know
How do I breathe
without you
If you ever go
Hey, Gomer!
Thought you might need a little help
escortin your old lady home.
Cameron, lets go home.
Just get in the car.
- Come on.
- Cameron!
Cameron, get in the car!
Dale! Dale!
Take this,
you son of a bitch!
Tricia!
Tricia!
God, hes dead.
Cameron, this guys dead.
A
grown lean and handsome.
And DANNY WALKER is very much the same.
Their planes start swapping positions in the formation; while
the other guys are flying along in a tight line, Rafe and
Danny are playing, one of them gunning his engine to go high,
the other diving and coming back up in his place,
leapfrogging.
It scares the other guys, having their planes flashing in and
out, so close. The TRAININ
grow a few inches.
- Wanna dance?
- The twist?
No, thank you.
- Well, we dont have to twist.
- "No" meant "no".
- "No" wasnt a figure of speech?
- No.
- Youre pretty impressed with me.
- No.
Yes, you are.
Stoli, straight up.
So I was impressed.
- Want a drink?
- Same.
Make it two.
Are you one of them?
- One of who?
- These hypocrites, all fat and shiny,
gearing up for another four years of
rammin
growing soft beneath your feet
and the smell.
And the sound of the rain
hitting the leaves.
All the things they talk about
in the books that you havent read.
This is you.
Who would have guessed it?.
You.
Lesson .
Dialogue.
Catch this.
You give me the big one.
OK.
Dont you even...
So how come you always get...
why do you always
get the big one?
I deserve the big one...
Maybe you should just try
an