THE BRIDGES OF MADISON COUNTY
Our story begins in 1965, on a hot afternoon in August.
FADE IN
EXT. IOWA LANDSCAPE - DAY
Rolling green hills, lush farmland, vast open space. Not a
house or sign of life in sight. On a long dusty road, a TRUCK
is driving across the screen. Clouds of dirt follow in its
tracks -- its motor, the only sound we hear.
INT. TRUCK - DAY
FRANCESCA JOHNSON is sitting in t
My Best Fiend Script
First...
...cast the beam out
of thine own eye...
...and then the mote from mine.
- Jesus takes off his shirt...
- And lets others speak.
...he kneels before the first one...
...washing his dusty feet
with his shirt.
I am not the Jesus of
the official Church...
...who the police, bankers...
...judges, hangmen, officers,
church bosses, politicians...
...and other powerful
peop
PLASTIC MAN
by
Larry and Andy Wachowski
March 17, 1995
FADE IN:
INT. CAGE
We are a lab mouse.
Our world is a cage; the laboratory beyond the wire mesh
has the sprawling limitlessness of a universe with dark
endless voids and immense technological instruments
gleaming with celestial light.
We can hear a WOMANS VOICE though we cant understand
what she is saying.
There are several other lab mice in
Little Girl Who Lives Down The Lane Script
Happy birthday.
Who is it?
- Mr. Jacobs?
- Yes?
It me, Frank Hallet.
Hallet?
- Trick or treat!
- What?
Trick or treat!
It Halloween, young lady.
Why aren you out trick-or-treating?
Oh, somebody birthday.
- Whose, yours?
- Yes.
- Well, happy birthday.
- Thank you.
And besides your birthday,
it also Halloween.
Can I tell my father what you want?
My name Fr
Little Black Book Script
Question: How does a girl who falls...
No, actually, she jumps...
... eyes open, down a rabbit hole,
plummeting into chaos...
... come out the other end
unchanged?
The answer?
She doesnt.
See, I know,
because that girl is me.
But to truly understand
the predicament I was in...
... i.e., stuck in the middle of chaos...
... youd have to go back
to that first day at my new j
The boy looks up, confused and frightened, concerned to see his mother crying in public. She looks at him tenderly.
Her brow furrows. She stops crying. She stares just above his eyes.
Somethings happening: she looks with wonder at the top of his head... his eyes roll upward, trying to see - its a crown!
He raises his hands. He touches it.
A beam of light illuminates the crown, casting its glow
Nutty Professor 2: The Klumps Script
Well, look what rolled in.
You know, at first, I thought you was old-ass Raisinet riding on a skateboard.
Id like to come over there and choke the life out of you right in front of Jesus.
Sweet Lord, give me strength. Dont make me have to whup nobodys head in church.
Ignore him, Lord. Ignore all his prayers.
He aint nothing, never did nothing. Give him a strok
Keeping Up With The Steins Script
( war drums)
(man on TV) The ceremonial passage
into manhood involves risk for the warrior.
If he triumphs over his prey,
he will be accepted as an adult.
If he fails, it will cost him
his future status in the tribe,
and possibly his life.
I wish it was that easy in my tribe.
See, Im Jewish,
and our ritual is called a bar mitzvah.
We have to get up
in front of pe
Meet The Fockers Script
You must do something!
Baby is coming!
Yeah. I know baby is coming!
Miss, youve to stay calm
and take deep breaths, okay?
Myra, I need a doctor here
right now.
I am working on it.
Youre not a doctor?
No, I am a nurse.
You are man
and you are nurse?
What kind of man is nurse?
Look, folks,
Im a professional, okay?
I know exactly what Im doing,
so just trust me,
everythings g
A womans face BACKS INTO SHOT, her head resting against grimy wallpaper. She is tense, sweaty, wide-eyed with concentration. This is CLARICE STARLING - mid-20s, trim, very pretty. She wears Kevlar body armor over a navy windbreaker, khaki pants. Her thick hair is piled under a navy baseball cap. A revolver, clutched in her right hand, hovers by her ear. She raises a speedloader, in her left hand,