well. -Yeah?
l never raised a hand in anger to her once, though she gave me just cause for it.
Maybe thats where l went wrong.
Here you are, love.
Hot milk.
Christmas pudding.
You want some of this?
lts very nice.
No.
Why not? You must be starving.
She made it.
Maurice, give him the ball back.
l hear her fancy man is English.
Bastard. l might have guessed.
Good day, gentlemen.
lm lnspector Logan
Well, screw you too, fuckin nigger!
Mom? What are you doin?
-What are you doin home so early? -Its not so early, Mom.
-How you doin, Ms. Lutz? -Dont even talk to her, Chopper!
-Vanessa, Im out of here. -Okay.
-Will you give your mom my regards? -Will do, Ms. Lutz.
You said you werent gonna do this no more.
Ive had enough crap from your father all day.
-I am real stressed-- -Larry is not my dad.
I
well please.
- Phil.
- [Grunts]
Look, I dont care
who bangs who,
what cabinet officers
get stoned.
But this is the richest, most powerful
nation on earth, and therefore the most hated.
And you and I know what
the average citizen does not:
That we are at war
hours of every day.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Do I have to itemize the number
of American lives weve saved...
in the past months alone with
judicious
Extreme Measures Script
Teddy!
Shit, man! Get the fuck down!
Its them. Shit!
They follow me. You go the other way. Ill try for the corner.
One of us will make it.
Listen to me.
You go and try to make it back to The Room.
Wish me luck, brother.
It doesnt seem to be serious. Just passed out from alcohol.
- Anyone been able to ID the guy? - Nothing yet, Officer.
Well get him cleaned up a little.
I g
Counselor.
Have you been following me?
Its a small town.
Everywhere you turn,
were gonna run into each other.
Take care, Mr. Cady. You too.
Youre gonna learn
about loss.
What?
Dad, could you...
hmm?
Sorry, Danny.
Whatre you working on? Its English.
Were supposed to read
Look Homeward, Angel,
which is a kind
of reminiscence,
and we have to attempt
something in the same style.
Whats it about,
your
Eight Millimeter
written by
Andrew Kevin Walker
5/06/97
first
INT. MIAMI AIRPORT, TERMINAL -- DAY
Amongst the weary tourist families and solitary businessmen
sits TOM WELLES, middle-aged, hair neat, suit crisp and
gray. Hes eating crackers from a cellophane package,
sipping soda from a paper cup, watching an ARRIVAL GATE.
AT THE GATE
PASSENGERS arrive: the paunchy, graying men of First Class
lead
Well both stand up.
Oh, I see.
Very good.
You got me there.
Could you
look at me, please?
If you dont
look at me, I cant...
So, um...
Dr. Franklin tells me
that youve been here
since you were .
Mm-hmm.
Um...
when did you graduate?
And, uh, now... now...
now you work here?
Are you reading
my lips?
I dont think that
you are reading my lips.
Ohhh...
Gee, that was quick of me,
wasnt it?
You couldve t
Henry V Script
Oh, for a muse of fire...
that would ascend the
brightest heaven of invention.
A kingdom for a stage,
princes to act...
and monarchs to behold
the swelling scene.
Then should the warlike harry,
like himself,
assume the port of Mars...
and at his heels,
leashed in like hounds,
should famine, sword and fire
crouch for employment.
But pardon, gentles all,
the flat, unraised spirits...
High Crimes Script
If you get a chance,
get over to the marine,
check out the marines county
arts fair. Its amazing.
It will be going on through this
thanksgiving weekend.
Well, nothing change.
We got fog and low cloud in
both east bay and here in
San Francisco.
And we looking at a high of
degree.
Time now is twenty three after
seven.
Oh my god.
Honey, turn it off.
We gotta make a baby.
I cant d
Well, what if he wont?
This sounds like a quagmire.
If Im smart, Ill leave it alone.
Erin, the Van Hopper case
got you back on the fast track.
Once again, youre a rising star.
- Chivas, neat, please.
- Tanqueray martini, dry.
- What are you saying?
- Im saying, you do this for me
and the rising star keeps rising.
The case is yours.
And just how high
do I get to rise this time?
Ive been junior par