powder- blue,
puffy-sleeved,
its-kind-of-a-peasant-dress-
but-it-might-just-be-
a-baggy- disaster
that you wore
to the spring dance.
Lizzie McGuire, you are
an outfit repeater!
But I...
Maybe Im an outfit repeater,
but youre
an outfit rememberer,
which is just as pathetic.
Does she not have
anything better to do
than make my life miserable?
I mean...
we used to be best friends.
But that was befor
Muppet Treasure Island Script
I was Flints first mate
that voyage...
three days east of Tortola
in the Caribie.
Flint knew an island.
Thats where we buried
the treasure.
Gold and blood,
they were Flints trademarks.
Hed leave both
behind him that day.
Shiver my timbers
Shiver my soul
Yo ho, heave ho
There are men whose hearts
are as black as coal
Yo ho, heave ho
And they sailed their ship
cross th
black,
29, enters carrying an oddly-shaped gift. They both look at
it.
CLERK
What do you think it is?
ROBERT
Depends who its from.
CLERK
(reading the card)
Your friends at Warren, Putnam and
Hudson.
ROBERT
You can learn a lot about somebody
from this stuff. Three categories:
you like me, you hate me, you want
something from me.
(re: the elaborate box)
Definitely third category.
CLERK
What would a
In black, we hear a chain-gang chant, many voices together, spaced around the unison strike of picks against rock. A title burns in:
O muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending...
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
On the sound of an impact we cut to:
A PICK
splitting a rock.
As the chant continues, wider angles show the chain-gang at w
black, waist-high rail fence. Once the audience is in
the theatre, CREW and BAND MEMBERS move about informally
onstage in preparation for Act I).
ROGER DAVIS, carrying an electric guitar, enters upstage left and
crosses to a guitar amp sitting on a chair at center stage. He casually
plugs his guitar into the amp and adjusts levels, then crosses downstage
and sits on the table.
After a few chords,
---------------------------------------------------
Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior Script
My life fades
the vision dims.
All that remains are memories.
I remember a time of chaos
ruined dreams this wasted land.
But most of all, I remember the Road Warrior
the man we called Max.
To understand who he was, you have to go back to another time
when the world was powered by the black fuel
and the des
few CUSTOMERS fiddle about.
A MAN wearing a black suit, black tie, and wire rim glasses holds hands with a PRETTY BLONDE GIRL in cutoffs and bare feet. They look through magazines.
Another black suit wearing MAN holds hands with a RED-HEADED GIRL in a prep school uniform. They look through the beer cooler in the back of the store. Both girls are around seventeen.
MCGRAW enters the store.
X-Men
By
Ed Solomon
Revisions:
Chris McQuarrie
Tom DeSanto
Bryan Singer
February 24, 1999
BLACK
Sounds of a train rolling to a halt, a shrill whistle.
EXT. CAMP - DAY
UP ON the door of a weathered cattle car as a German
soldier steps into frame wearing that familiar gray of
the all-too familiar era.
He throws the door to reveal a mass of huddled and
frightened people inside.
The words are not nec
powder.
Somebodys got it in for me.
Hmm. Well, Bill,
maybe you should take it as a sign.
Maybe you ought to try your hand
at writing pornography.
Yeah, a novel a week at bucks.
Its serious money.
I can connect you with the guy.
Were thinking of
collaborating on one ourselves.
I gave up writing when I was .
- Too dangerous.
- Only if someone reads what you write.
So far we havent had that problem.
ANNIE HALL
written by
Woody Allen
Marshall Brickman
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(Sound and Woody Allen monologue begin)
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FADE IN:
White credits dissolve in and out on black screen. No sound.
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FADE OUT: credits
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FADE IN:
Abrupt medium close-up of Alvy Singer doing a comedy monologue. He
wearing a crumbled sports jacket and tieless shirt; the background is stark.
ALVY
Theres an old joke. Uh, two elderly
women are