seed in early.
-Maybe he wants to write, like dad. -If his head doesnt flatten out...
that wont happen.
-You dont have a flat head. -Maybe not on the outside.
-Honey... -What?
God gave you a gift.
Remember what "Newsweek" said?
"Byron Tillers sentences have bounce and color.
Hilters Child shows sparks of originality...
...not often seen in thrillers." -"In the thriller mode", he said.
-And what a
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seeds
and grow into a beautiful pie.
...
Hey, whoa!
- Sorry about that, mate.
- Nice car, Frenchie.
Hey, cute puppy.
Aww.
Rarr!
Whoa, whoa!
Bad dog! Dont get me,
dont get me!
Aaah!
Bad doggie! Bad doggie!
Whoa, whoa!
No, no, no!
Oooh!
Somebody chipped my tooth.
How do you think I feel?
Someone bit me
in the forehead.
Oh, no!
You couldve saved that
for the tooth fairy.
Thats stupid. I happen to kn
Far And Away Script
Let us pass!
Buntin, you landlord bastard!
Her beautiful eyes
were a terrible curse
Three days in his grave
she ran off with his purse
Lads! That bloody landlord
Buntins on his way in.
All hells breakin loose!
Death to alllandlords!
l hope they kill him.
Would you look at that bastard, Joe?
Landlord, you sinner!
Between your lungs
theres neither heart nor spirit...
but the lu
seeds in your face.
You always open up your mouth
before you even think.
Look, when this baby
comes out and sees me...
hes gonna be so happy
and so proud.
Do you know what hell say?
Im
A colored spade, a nigra
A black nigger
A jungle bunny, jigaboo
Coon, pickaninny, mau-mau
Uncle Tom, Aunt Jemima
Little black Sambo
Cotton-pickin swamp guinea
Junk man, shoe shine boy
Elevator operator
Table cleane
l declare that my
brothers, Caspar and Johann...
...are the heirs to my fortune,
if so it can be called."
As Caspar is long dead,
that leaves me. Just me!
Well, give me my money!
Answer!
This is his final testament.
"All my music and all
the capital of my estate...
...shall go to my sole heir,
my lmmortal Beloved."
Signed, Ludwig van Beethoven.
A letter is enclosed.
This is....
Dont keep me
in su
l better get this article finished...
...or l am never going to get
a good nights sleep.
lm working at school today.
No, youve got the kids till : .
lve my museum class, then l drop
off the payroll at Als doughnut hole.
l want cinnamon... No, sugar!
-White ones!
-No doughnuts for you little porkers.
Oink! Oink!
Honey, make my cruller with white icing.
Two minutes.
lts not fair!
ls this fair?
-Yes
In Cold Blood Script
Excuse me.
Pa?
You all right, Pa?
-Youre up early.
-I got a big day ahead.
I wish you didnt have to go.
I promised to help this friend.
Goddamn outhouse.
One of these days soon,
lm changing all that.
Damn soon.
You drive careful now.
Young man? Young man.
Im terribly sorry.
Maam, can l have a root beer?
-Anything else to go with that?
-Some aspirins, please.
"Friend P. ca.me
seeds time
and say which grain will grow and which will not,
speak then to me,
who neither beg nor fear
your favours nor your hate.
Hail!
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Not so happy, yet much happier.
Thou shalt get kings,
though thou be none.
So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
Go herefrom! Leave!
Stay, you imperfect speakers,
tell me more.
I am thane of Glamis, but how of Cawdor?
the thane of C
seeds?
- Theyre not. Youre stupid.
Im stupid.
- They look like polly seeds to me.
- Theyre sunflower seeds.
Thats the same thing.
We called them polly seeds
when I was a kid.
You must be the stupidest person,
you piss-head, pisser-fucker.
Me and you, were supposed
to go for a quick walk. You ready?
Well take a walk around the block.
What do you say?
I wont give anybody my seeds.
Barry always asks