shake hands. - Are you
kidding? I just washed my hands!
Cowles, party of ten.
Yes, youre the first ones to arrive.
This way, please.
Hello!
- Hello! - How you doing?
I hurt my back playing tennis.
We saw them together.
- So, I see this film,
and Im gonna give it an .
As Im leaving the parking lot,
I realize the producer
got this great space by the entrance,
and they put me far away in back.
AND REVEALS THE inside of a domed city honeycombed with fantastic arches. The city is inhabited by young beautiful people in luxurious but simple costumes.
THE CAMERA ROAMS through the City, observing some people seated at a kind of cafe sipping drinks and relaxing; other people are in some kind of exercise class doing beautiful graceful movement; and finally a class of five year old children lis
space. - Space named Linda.
Im sorry. Was that her name? Lori? I dont remember.
- Oh, youre so mean. - ls that not her name?
- That... Youre so mean. - Dont get me wrong.
I like him.
Of course, it was, um, Jules, my best girlfriend...
who, uh, came home with me to celebrate my fathers birthday.
Jordan, um, as usual, had something he had to do.
Oh, this ought to be good.
"Come as your favorite lit
Pink Floyds "Dark Side of the Moon (Brain Damage)" plays as WHITE TITLES appear over black. As the song crescendos at the first chorus, SUNLIGHT flares over the lunar horizon and a crescent sliver of THE MOON is illuminated- huge, filling the screen f rom top to bottom. Were in space, circling around from the dark side until a HUGE FULL MOON fills the screen with whiteness- TITLES continue as we
Rolls into FRAME. A bauble of green and blue and white swirls of cloud cover. The eerie clip and whistle of cosmic rays is drowned out by static and someone singing 몵MY WAY몶 - in Russian.
2 MOVING INTO FRAME - A SOVIET CAPSULE
Gleaming white. Black letters on its side, CCCP. A Russian COSMONAUGHT in his space suit is outside, repairing radio antenna. He몶s the one singing.
3 INSIDE THE CAPSU
cafe where we sat, we couldnt see . We were too far. The cassette is in the postmans satchel . We must find it. And three . Thats it? They said they would increase my pension . . . . . . because theyre widening the street. Those are stories, grandma . Widening arteries have never caused an increase in pension . Good-bye . So , am l a coloratura or a lyric? - Tell me , what am l? - Rather dramatic
cafe au laits.
And the year I got my period, she gave me a glass of red wine.
-Sam, Im so happy to see you. Come, lets move some furniture together.
-Shouldnt you be using a computer?
-No, I dont trust computers. They lose things.
-Not if you know what youre doing.
-Sophie.
-What?
-I made you a tape. All the songs I wrote in the title.
-Thanks.
-Are you gonna be OK with this?
-Yeah, Im fine. I go
CAFE.
OH.
IDGIE WAS A CHARACTER,
ALL RIGHT.
BUT HOW ANYBODY
COULDVE THOUGHT...
SHE MURDERED THAT MAN
IS BEYOND ME.
I BEG YOUR PARDON ?
YOU SIT AND RELAX A WHILE.
ILL TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT.
OH, NOW, LETS SEE.
I MEMBER THE DAY THEY PULLED
THAT TRUCK UP OUT OF THE RIVER.
[ Ninny ]
THAT SAME RAINY,
SUMMER DAY...
IDGIE THREADGOODE
WAS ARRESTED FOR THE MURDER
OF THE OWNER OF THAT TRUCK,
FRANK BENNETT.
Quentin Tarantinos
RESERVOIR DOGS
모
This movie is dedicated to these following sources of
inspiration:
모
TIMOTHY CAREY
ROGER CORMAN
ANDRE DeTOTH
CHOW YUEN FAT
JEAN LUC GODDARD
JEAN PIERRE MELVILLE
LAWRENCE TIERNEY
LIONEL WHITE
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RESERVOIR DOGS
1 INT. UNCLE BOBS PANCAKE HOUSE - MORNING
Eight men dressed in BLACK SUITS, sit around a table at a
breakfast cafe. They are MR. WH