Last Of The Blonde Bombshells Script
I hate those stories
that begin with a funeral.
Im afraid this one started
the day we buried George.
Not that we buried him.
In the interests of the environment,
we had him incinerated.
My children conducted the service.
They believe in the environment.
They dont believe in priests or vicars.
Our father died playing golf.
On the long th,
but right in the middl
SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE
By Jeff Arch
Rewritten: Nora Ephron & Delia Ephron
May 10, 1992
FADE IN:
CLOSE ON SAM BALDWIN
A card: Chicago.
Hes in his thirties. His neck is pinched into a crisp
dress shirt and tie. His expression is vacant, faraway.
A breeze blows but he doesnt react to it. In the
distance the architecture of the Chicago skyline.
SAM
Mommy got sick and it happened
just like that an
A silver throwing-bird is chosen from a weapons array. Gloved hands lift a black eye mask. Tunic armor CLICKS shut, turning to reveal the chest-borne insignia of a Robin.
INT. BATCAVE
BATMAN - CLOSE
Emerges from his costume vault.
WIDER
Deeper excavation has doubled the size of the cavern.
New state-of-the-art computing systems flash. Surveillance screens monitor news and police FREQUENCIES. Crim
1492: CONQUEST OF PARADISE
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by
Roselyne Bosch
REVISED
September 23, 1991
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FADE IN:
CREDITS AND MUSIC OVER:
INT. AUDIENCE ROOM - GRANADA - DAY
We start on a mans elegant slipper. He is seated in a
splendid chair. Moving up the stocking leg, we pass the
garter of Castile, coming to rest on a pair of delicate
hands. His fore finger impatiently plays with a large
topaz ring. Over this, we hear
Kicking And Screaming Script
I think violence
is always justified some of the time.
- So if I disagree, that means youre gonna hit me.
- Hey, Grover.
Hey, Gail.
Who would you rather be stranded
on a desert island with? MacNeil or Lehrer?
Ebert.
Oh, Ill tell you the worst thing
about losing a foot. Hey, man!
Evening.
Jane, I knew youd win the fiction prize.
Youre a -Youre a brilliant writer.
Would
Metroland Script
[Phone Ringing]
[Ringing]
[ Man Sighing ]
[ Man ]
The phones ringing.
[ Woman ]
What time is it?
[Ringing]
: .
Its a wrong number.
Might be something important.
[ Child Crying]
Oh, its woken Amy.
Oh, Ill get up.
[ Crying]
[ Crying Continues]
[Ringing]
[ Crying ]
There, there, there.
[ Screaming ]
[Ringing Continues ]
Hello.
[ Man ]
Its about bloody time.
Who is this?
Who do you
t
A beautiful, sprawling suburban estate at sunset. Classic wrought-iron gates protect a winding driveway which snakes its way up through a neatly manicured lawn.
INT. WAYNE LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
ALFRED PENNYWORTH, the Wayne family butler, fluffs up a cushion in the large, elegant living room. A kind-looking man in his late forties with dark moustache and hair, he epitomizes the proper British moor d
The Age of Innocence
[At the Theatre in the evening. Newland Archer enters the box. Steps to the front,
joining the company of several men, including Larry Lefferts and Sillerton Jackson. Larry
looks at stage through pearl opera glasses. Then he swings his opera glasses away from
the stage and toward another box. He sees the figure of a woman entering a box across the
way. Although the woman, sil
DAVID HELFGOTT wakes with a start in an indistinct place somewhere in the world. Late thirties, eyelids at half-mast, he stares into the wet night, mesmerized by a flashing red light.
David
(mumbling)
Kissed them all, I kissed them all, always kissed cats, puss-cats, kissed them, always did; if a cat let me kiss it, I kiss it - Cat on a fence Il kiss it - always, always, I will - didn I? I did be
12 and holding
by
Anthony S. Cipriano
FADE IN:
EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREET - MORNING
TWIN BOYS, RUDY AND JACOB CARGES (12), ride their bikes
through a suburban neighborhood.
Rudy, the more athletic of the two, rides at a breakneck
pace. Jacob rides slowly due to a HOCKEY MASK that he wears
over his face. It??s making it difficult for him to see. The
boys turn down a DIRT PATH and ride deep into some