art being ripped off.
Excuse me. l hate to tell you
what this little piece of crap is worth.
Dont you like them, Har?
lf they didnt all remind me
of Alex Karras.
Yeah, here it is.
-The tape on Arlene. She likes big guys--
-That ever buy you anything?
Hey, Arlene and me go way back.
Arlene Iverson.
Maiden name, Carson. Age, .
Born, Scottsdale, Arizona,
October rd, .
Father owned hardware store.
Di
itself must convert to disdain if you come in her presence.
Then is courtesy a turncoat.
But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted...
...and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart, for I love none.
A dear happiness to women.
They would else be troubled with a pernicious suitor.
I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humor for that.
I had rather hear
Looking For Richard Script
Our revels now are ended.
These our actors, as I foretold you...
... were all spirits
and are melted into air...
... into thin air.
And, like the baseless fabric
of this visi...
... the cloud-capp d towers...
... the gorgeous palaces...
... the solemn temples...
... the great globe itself...
... ye all which it inherit...
... shall dissolve...
... and, like this insubst
itself is frightened.
An AMERICAN wearing a jungle hat with a large Peace Sign on it, wearing war paint, bends TOWARD US, reaching down TOWARD US with a large knife, preparing to scalp the dead.
OUR VIEW MOVES AWAY, along with the running sandals of a Vietnamese soldier, MOVING FASTER AND FASTER, only to be stopped by still another of the savage-looking AMERICANS with primitive ornamentation, wea
art of map reading. The map,
about four feet wide, is flapping noisily in the heavy
gusts of wind, despite the four pairs of knees and hands
struggling to hold it flat against the ground.
INT. ROOM - NIGHT
Napoleons room at Valence. It is filled with books,
mostly of military subjects, but well-stocked with poetry,
history and philosophy. He is reading by candlelight.
Outside we hear the sounds o
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
itself into a dew.
Or that the Everlasting had not fixed
his canon against self-slaughter.
O God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable...
seem to me all the uses of this world.
Fie on it!
Tis an unweeded garden
that grows to seed.
Things rank and gross in nature
possess it merely.
That it should come to this.
But two months dead.
Nay, not so much, not two.
So excellent a king...
that was, to
itself! Damn!
Come on!
Jesus!
Transfer has been compromised.
Ah!
Whats going on?!
Hey!
No!
Aah! Aah!
Thank the guys.
Good luck.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Your beard tickles.
Did he tip you?
- One lousy buck.
- Cheap bastard.
I love it when you undress.
Lets do this.
Aah!
Roller coaster of love
Say what
Roller coaster
Turn that shit off!
Roller coaster
What about Mexico?
Cant take the water.
H
walks in--
MRS. CHAPIL
Good morning, Mr. President.
SHEPHERD
Howre you, Mrs. Chapil?
MRS. CHAPIL
Fine, thank you, sir. Mr. Kodak left
the detailed breakdown of the approval
poll for you. He seemed to indicate that
it was very good news.
SHEPHERD
Sixty-three percent of it, at any rate.
And by now theyre in the OVAL OFFICE itself. SHEPHERD has
gone to his desk and is looking over the va
Nicholas Nickleby Script
What happens when the light first pierces...
the dark dampness
in which we have waited?
We are slapped and cut loose.
If we are lucky,
someone is there to catch us...
and persuade us that we are safe.
But are we safe?
What happens if, too early,
we lose a parent?
That party on whom we rely
for only everything?
Why, we are cut loose again...
and we wonder, even dread...
wh