Clerks Script
[ Telephone Ringing ]
[ Ringing Continues ]
Hello.
What ?
No, l dont work today.
Im playing hockey at : .
Why dont you call Randal ?
Cause Im fuckin tired !
I just closed last night.
Jesus.
What time do you think
youre gonna come in, : ?
Be there by : ? Where ?
Swear youll be there by :
and Ill do it.
: or l walk.
[ Slurping ]
its a meaningless end
to the story
Got no time
for the
Note: Hows this for a change from the finished product?!? ... and NO mention of the powerful Opening Vistas! This is how the script begins ...
[FADE IN]
The screen is a microcosm of leaf, crystal drops of precipitation, a stone, emerald green moss. Its a landscape in miniature. We HEAR the forest. Some distant birds. Their sound seems to reverberate as if in a cavern. A piece of sunlight refracts
Legal Eagles Script
"Happy birthday to you
"Happy birthday, dear Chelsea
"Happy birthday to you"
-Happy birthday. -Good night.
Chelsea!
Chelsea, come on. We have no time.
My painting! Where"s my painting?
Daddy! Daddy!
Daddy!
Bob, get the hell out of there!
Jesus!
This was the scene years ago...
...as millions of dollars worth of Deardon paintings went up in smoke.
Deardon perished in the flames.
The camera is moving toward an Indian city. We are high and far away, only the sound of the wind as we grow nearer and nearer, and through the passing clouds these words appear:
No mans life can be encompassed in one telling. There is no way to give each year its allotted weight, to include each event, each person who helped to shape a lifetime. What can be done is to be faithful in spirit to the
WILD THINGS
by Stephen Peters
rewrite by Kem Nunn
FADE IN:
MAIN TITLE SEQUENCE -- BLACK
INTERCUT -- QUICK FLASH-FORWARDS
INSIDE A STEAMY SHOWER -- A wet naked woman and man wrapped
around each other in ecstasy -- legs, arms, hair, mouths.
BLACK -- MORE TITLES -- then
Moonlight reflects on a vehicles shiny surface. FISTS THUD into
flesh. O.S. -- a man slams of the hood, rebounds away.
BLACK -- MOR
BARRY LYNDON
A Screenplay by Stanley Kubrick
Based on the novel by William Makepeace Thackeray
FADE IN:
EXT. PARK - DAY
Brief shot of duel.
RODERICK (V.O.)
My father, who was well-known to the
best circles in this kingdom under
the name of roaring Harry James, was
killed in a duel, when I was fifteen
years old.
EXT. GARDEN - DAY
Mrs. James, talking with a suitor; Roderick, at a
distance.
RODERICK
The sun shines brightly on the classic facade of the main library at Fifth Avenue and 42nd Street. In the adjacent park area, pretty hustlers and drug peddlers go about their business.
FRONT STEPS
A few people lounge on the steps flanked by the familiar stone lions.
INT. MAIN READING ROOM - DAY
People are dotted throughout the room sitting at the long oak tables polished by decades of use. Readin
Grainy but unmistakably a man and woman making love. Photograph shakes. SOUND of a man MOANING in anguish. The photograph is dropped, REVEALING ANOTHER, MORE compromising one. Then another, and another. More moans.
CURLYS VOICE
(crying out)
Oh, no.
INT. GITTES OFFICE
CURLY drops the photos on Gittes desk. Curly towers over GITTES and sweats heavily through his workmans clothes, his breathing prog
Enemy Of The State Script
Come on.
Come on, mutt.
Look at that ball. All right.
- Come on. Get that ball. Baah!
- [Barking]
Theres no problem
with that.
Oh, goddamn it.
If it happens,
let me know.
What the hell are you doing here?
This is not the office!
- This is my private time.
- Five minutes.
No! I said no Tuesday,
I said no last week,
and Im gonna keep sayin no
till you hear me.
Five minutes
Eye For An Eye Script
Mommy.
Mama! Mommy!
Mama! Mommy!
- No, Mama!
- Im coming.
- Megan?
- Theres a moth, Mommy.
It all right.
Kill it, Mommy. Please, kill it.
Kill it, Mommy. Please, kill it.
(FOOTSTEPS)
Even if youre car-pooling, youll
find the going difficult this morning...
No matter how early I start,
Im always late.
- You all done?
- Yeah.
Eyes, lips?
- Everything just the way you want it?