landing and wave to the world -- a postcard of
themselves.
TRACKING SHOT - FIRST FAMILY
"HAIL TO THE CHIEF" RINGS OUT across the grounds. For-
midably handsome Bill Mitchell is fit and in his early forties.
His wife Ellen, still in her early thirties, is considered a
classical beauty with a wide "friendly" smile that in certain
photographs seems just on the edge of wistful. The dog frolics
around
Earthquake Script
WOMAN: Goddamn it!
MAN: Your last words last night.
The first words from you this morning.
You think you should expand your vocabulary?
WOMAN: While you expand your chest.
Get enough exercise jogging this morning?
Dont you ever get tired?
MAN: I wont have time for breakfast.
WOMAN: Why not? Its ready.
MAN: Denise Marshalls boy wants a football.
Ill drop it off.
WOMAN: An autogra
The Dish Script
Excuse me, sir. Yes?
Im afraid youve come in the wrong way.
Im sorry... This is the old entrance.
The visitors centres out and around to the left.
Right, well... Ill wander over then.
Well worth it. Been through some amazing times.
(Murmurs) Yeah.
I believe that this nation should commit itself
to achieving the goal, before this decade is out,
of landing a man on the moon
land of wheat, corn, bibles, and...
...natural gas.
That maps not as heavy as yours,
but its the real thing.
And its gonna get us $ by tonight.
Four hundred miles west of here,
Big Daddy Clutters place.
Thats the layout. The works.
Somewhere in that office,
in one little old safe.
And inside that safe, $ maybe more.
Youve seen it?
The safe!
Right after you left the zoo,
a new guy moved into the c
land.
I thought Id find you
at the old mans.
Straight in there, eh?
Now, lets see what you can do, Fisher.
They just found another mutilated body--
a little girl. Somebodys gutted her.
This time down at the harbor.
So chop, chop. Fifteen minutes.
[ Dial Tone ]
[ Water Running ]
Im sorry.
I had to take my medicine.
It was Kramer for you?
Hes a busy man.
[ Stirring Liquid ]
Hes very important these
landed four
out of six inside the target --
A BOWLER shouts out playfully.
BOWLER
How `bout a show tune?!
Mr. Kelman feigns seriousness.
MR. KELMAN
Somebody wanna keep chose bowlers
in line.
A hip thirteen year old, FRED KELMAN, yells out as he points
to the sky.
FRED
Hey dad, get with the program!
MR. KELMAN
Ladies and gentlemen, its Angel
Grove High
ANGEL ON TARGET - AS AISHA touches down flawl
exercise manual.
- Not another one.
This ones different.
Its based on
ancient samurai discipline.
Danny, look at this guy nod.
What is that,
part of the ritual?
Hi there.
- Jesus! If looks could kill.
- Glad you havent lost your touch.
I think she likes me.
I think she wants me.
I think youre batting zero for two,
and I dont wanna know you.
- She was undressing me with her eyes.
- You think so? G
Landing. -Good morning, madam.
ls something the matter? Whats wrong?
lts Mr. Monds, madam.
-Butcher? -Yes, madam.
lt seems we havent paid his bill for several weeds.
And he says hed rather not provide us with any more meat until the accounts settled.
lnches!
lll write a checd and you send one of the girls to deliver it.
Thand you.
lnches, liver salts.
Good morning, sir.
-Good morning. -Morning.
-
lands. - I made those stories up.
You didnt. Dad said you were nearly killed several times.
I judged the risks and took my chances. Wars different.
- Hows it... - Its just different.
Theres no hope your parents would let you go,
so whats the point in talking about it?
I thought you might help me.
(Woman) Careful with the plate, darling.
Whens this race?
(Jack) Saturday.
- How long are you going t
exercise.
Max pulls his shirt over his head, and continues grabbing his things. Goofy
begins vacuuming the floor of Maxs room, sucking up clothes and everything
else in his path. Max is about to leave when Goofy accidentally sucks up the
head of Maxs life-size cardboard Powerline cutout. Max screams, grabs the
figure by its feet, and attempts to pull it out. Finally, after wrestling
with it for a