Me Myself And Irene Script
I got a star on my car and one on my chest
A gun on my hip and the right to arrest
Im the guy whos the boss on this highway
So watch out what youre doin when youre drivin my way
If you break the law youll hear from me l know
Im working for the state Im the highway patrol
Well, you know me when you see me cause my doors painted white
My siren a- screamin and my flashin r
The Joy Luck Club Script
The old woman remembered
a swan she had bought...
many years ago in Shanghai
for a foolish sum.
"This bird," boasted
the market vendor...
"was once a duck that
stretched its neck...
in hopes
of becoming a goose.
And now look.
It is too beautiful to eat."
Then the woman and the swan
sailed across an ocean...
many thousands of li wide...
stretching their necks
toward Americ
Last Castle Script
[Man] Take a look
at a castle, any castle.
Now break down the key elements
that make it a castle.
They havent changed
in a thousand years.
One, location. A site on high ground
that commands the territory...
as far as the eye can see.
Two, protection, ; big walls.
Walls strong enough
to withstand a frontal attack.
Three, a garrison.
Men who are trained and willing to kill.
Four,
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Men Of Honor Script
[ Waves Crashing ]
[TVNewscaster] Thirtysix
hours ago, anAmerican B-52 bomber...
crashedinto
the MediterraneanSea.
Moments before impact,
the bombers crew...
jettisoned a 36-megaton
nuclearwarhead.
Thebomb, capable ofleveling
amajorcity, has beenlostatsea.
Underwayat this houris thegreatest
navalsearch in humanhistory.
Whatdoyou
Little Big Man Script
I am, beyond a doubt,
the last of the old-timers.
My name is Jack Crabb,...
...and I am the sole white survivor
of the Battle of Little Bighorn,...
...popularly known
as Custers Last Stand.
Well, Mr Crabb,...
...Im more interested in the primitive
lifestyle of the Plains Indian...
...than I am in...
...tall tales about Custer.
Tall tales?
Are you calling me a liar?
No, no. I
Into The Blue Script
-Stay on the beacon!
-Manolo, we lost the beacon.
My God! My God!
-Whats our heading?
-l dont know.
We lost all navigation.
-Pull the nose up!
-l cant!
Come on, pool is closed, everyone.
Out of the water.
Stow that gear and get out of here.
Get these divers out of the water.
Lets go, lets go. Come on, back here.
-Taking too long.
-Watch your step. Here you go.
-Assholes and e
The Man Who Cried Script
Fegele. Fegele.
Ah. Ah.
Fegele?
Fegele?
Hmm.
Olive.
Drusilla.
Richard.
Susan.
Suzie.
For a black-eyed
little Susan, eh?
Whats this then?
America.
No.
England, dear.
Shall I have that?
Let me have that,
shall I?
Uh, would you
give it to me?
Cant I have it?
Its for her own good,
mind, because it will
only make her upset.
There. Thats better
then, Suzie.
Isnt it?
Nice and cl
The camera is moving toward an Indian city. We are high and far away, only the sound of the wind as we grow nearer and nearer, and through the passing clouds these words appear:
No mans life can be encompassed in one telling. There is no way to give each year its allotted weight, to include each event, each person who helped to shape a lifetime. What can be done is to be faithful in spirit to the
Mutiny On The Bounty Script
Eight oclock.
Alls well. Misty weather.
-Here ye are, me lad.
-Thank ye.
A press gang. A press gang!
-The press gang!
-Lets get out of here!
ln the kings name!
Well, we got all the fish
we need in one net.
-Line them up, boatswain.
-Aye, aye. Line up, lads!
Lads, bow your necks and weep.
Youre in the kings navy.
lm no seaman, sir. lm a tailor.
Whats that, your needlewo
Mata Hari Script
Right.
Look. Is any woman worth that?
Surely, you regret having betrayed
your country.
- You can still have a chance...
- Youre wasting time.
Come on, out with it.
Who is she? What is her name?
Tell us, you fool!
Mata Hari.
Thats her name, isnt it?
- Let me alone.
- Oh, shoot him.
She bewitches them.
Why not? She bewitched all Paris.
Shes Frances greatest enemy.
The woman has bec