machine,
and somebodys gotta pick up the tab.
- House wins.
Place your bets and guess again.
- Three.
To the bosses, I was a cash register.
All they had to do was to ring the bell
and take the money.
One, two, three, four.
- Back down the chute.
- Whoa!
Fixed fights, doped horses,
locked-in point spreads.
- I had the cake pouring in.
- Come on, baby!
But nothing brought it in faster
and in bigger
farm.
/ learned cows dont find
bottle rockets as funny as / do.
Then there was this old lady
who had me for a couple weeks.
/ dont want to be unkind,
but she was a little off-balanced.
Scrub clean before supper.
And that means wash
under your fingernails...
...and back of your ears
and dress in your Sunday best.
I expect your schoolwork done every
night, laid out for my inspection.
-Is that clear
machine guns
First time you sell a gun, is a lot like the first time you have sex
You have absolutely no idea of what you are doing,
but it is exciting and one way or another it is over way too fast
Gentlemen! The new Uzi machine pistol. Big fire in small package
This little baby uses mm hole points - rounds of simple mags
Preferable adjustable size. Size come standart. Excellent recovery action
farmers and immediate family.
I dont care though. I got my morale to keep up.
- Are you two country girls? - Country?
- Are you two country girls? - Country?
Our little towns the most nowhere place in the state of Mississippi.
You can believe me when I tell you it laces you in tight as a corset.
And as far as social amusements are concerned, there are none.
Well, thats all right. Im a quiet-livin
machine again.
IKE
(into phone)
Fisher? Come on -- I know youre
sitting there laughing at me. Pick up.
I want to run an idea past you.
Ike continues walking now in the full panic of writers block.
He pleads into his friends answering machine as he walks.
IKE (contd)
(into phone)
I just could use someone to toss it
back and forth with for a few minutes,
get the juice flowing, help me. I have
to settle on what looks like a Cryogenic tube, not big enough for a human.
Still TRACKING around it, we glimpse inside some vague, fetal mass encased in a clear, aspic-like gel. Tubes and cables a attached to the mass, running out of the machine.
As we still CIRCLE, the shape begins to be more coherent, till we can see what might even be a face. Eyes, shut tight. Sleeping. Dreaming.
ANGLE: WHEAT
ROAR OF NAVAL GUNS continues but now WE SEE THEM FIRING. Huge fifteen inch guns.
A SWARM OF LANDING CRAFT
Heads directly into a nightmare. MASSIVE EXPLOSIONS from German artillery shells and mined obstacles tear apart the beach. Hundreds of German machine guns, loaded with tracers, pour out a red snowstorm of bullets.
OFFSHORE
SUPERIMPOSITION:
OMAHA BEACH, NORMANDY
June 6, 1944
0600 HOURS
machine scrutinizing data and
images. Both wear garb favored by surgeons or microchip
assemblers. The impressive, weird computer system HUMS as it
shifts programs, the unusual brain image changing colors.
THROUGH A LARGE WINDOW, we see into an ADJOINING ROOM within
which a HUMAN FIGURE hangs suspended in mid-air by a series
of cables designed to simulate flotation.
AT THE CONSOLE, Miriam uses a
machines,
I got to be whole.
I need these for prayin!
-Drop him.
-What does "drop him" mean?
This aint the way you treat somebody.
Spanky, you aint got to do that
to that guy.
Hes a square.
He didnt know who he was fucking with.
Its filthy down there.
Damn, theres a rat. I hate rats.
But you do.
What does that say about you?
What does that say about me?
Im just tryin to get by.
You remember when
farm. A working farm. A
farm where honest Americans make
their living.
One particular justice, ROBERT WAKEFIELD, younger than the
others, is clearly bemused by this performance.
MR. RODMAN (CONTD)
The government, in its haste, has
employed an army of criminals whose
allegiance to the truth is, at
best, questionable --
Judge Wakefield interrupts --
ROBERT
Mr. Rodman...its too bad your
client didnt