balls...
prick, cunt, piss, shit.
I dont know, Gebhard. Maybe your Harvard
degree is too ivory tower for our purposes.
I was brought up out west.
Ive rubbed shoulders
with ranchers, miners my whole life.
- And I thought you were
gonna shave that mustache.
- I like it.
Its a disguise, a cover-up.
Look at any movie. The villains
always the one with the mustache.
My wife likes it.
You have a cha
ball player, Colonel.
For a moment there, I thought you were
making signals like a third-base coach.
What? Oh, this.
Habit, I guess.
But this space shot does put us back
in the ball game, doesnt it?
- This is quite a day.
- " Does put us back in the ball game,
doesnt it?"
- Men.
But hes right about one thing:
This is quite a day.
- That is, Helena, if...
- Oh, forgive me, dear.
I must have my mom
Rice, potatoes, pancakes, beans.
Sometimes I feel like
a sow on a farm...
... thats being fattened up
for a Christmas slaughter.
I dreamt once that I was
about to be fried in the chair...
...and then God come into my cell
with a chefs hat on.
He rolled me around in bread crumbs,
licking His chops and all.
Maybe Im a weirdo
to have dreams like that...
...but your mind does funny things
when youre
ball game.
Right now, I wanna, you know,
play in the NBA...
like anybody else would wanna be.
Thats who -
Thats something...
I dream and think
about all the time -
playing in the NBA.
hes just doing something
that he loves so much.
he just love it so much.
Im just happy for him.
If somebody can understand
the way William play...
thatll make me feel
a lot better.
The way they should have
understoo
balls.
This aint shit, all right? Watch yourself.
Yeah, well, your shit is raggedier than a motherfucker, okay?
If you took your head off these hos and put it in some books,
youd have that lab you always talked about.
Half those books is filled with bullshit,
the other half lies, all right?
See what Im sayin? I gotta give Pops his medicine.
Im hungrier than four dudes.
Hey, Im hungrier than five.
EVITA
Lyrics by TIM RICE
Music by ANDREW LLOYD WEBBER
ACT ONE
1. A CINEMA IN BUENOS AIRES, 26 JULY 1952
(An audience is watching a less than distinguished movie
[in both the original London and New York productions
of EVITA a clip from one of Eva Perons own movies
was used]. The soundtrack dialogue is in Spanish, the
music melodramatic. Suddenly the film grinds to a halt.
The people in the cinema
rice-field.
...the guy said, "go that way."
Then the other guy said, "go that way."
Now I dont know. Should I go that way?
Thank you very much for everything.
I have learned a lot.
I was a bad executive.
I ll be a good one.
I have three children
and a wife to support.
Please, let me pass.
You are not ready.
You will stay two more weeks.
Excuse me. Yo, whoa, baby.
Jeez. Sorry, I didnt mean
to inte
balls.
Thank you, here you go.
You all need to stop.
Why are all these people clapping?
-You didnt see me on the news?
-No, I didnt.
I got meat!
More beef than East Coast, West Coast rap.
Check it out!
Superman! Saving lives and stuff.
Why dont you cop
one of these pork chops?
Know what you need to do?
You need to leave. I wont tell you again.
Nobody wants your meat.
Who the hell wants to buy sto
future.
Can you believe it?
They turned Burbank into a goddamn international airport.
("Stop The World" by The Screaming Jets)
(bike misfiring)
Shit. Son of a bitch.
Youre a goddamn mess, Marlboro.
You need a new pair of boots and a new bike.
Lay off my boots.
But youre right about this rice-grinding horse.
Shit. Piece of shit.
I oughta give it a bullet and put it out of its misery.
Great Balls Of Fire Script
- I dont know, Jerry Lee. I dont know.
- You dont have to come, cousin.
My dad will whip me if he finds out
I went to the chocolate quarter with you.
- Jimmy Lee Swaggart, youre yellow.
- I am not.
- Think anybody seen us?
- Who cares?
Come on.
Come on!
Oh, yeah!
Come on, Jerry Lee. Lets get
outta here. Its the devils music.
I can feel it.
Yeah.
Come on, Jerry Lee.
- Ge