shop
Leave it out George
So where is he?
Mortwell?
Yeah
Hes not around
Well he must be somewhere
Better ask Dudley George
Through there?
Expecting me?
Knew l was out?
l suspected it George
So where is he?
Wheres who?
Mortwell
Hes away George, South of France
He owes me Dudley, he said hed
look after me
He said a lot of things George
Next time you see him, give him
that!
Oi George, George, come on
shopping in those Memphis stores this morning and just went wild.
Alligator bag, figured print, summer shoes.
Which is all a laugh considering we live in Frenchmans Bend...
and nobodys gonna see em but redneck farmers and immediate family.
I dont care though. I got my morale to keep up.
- Are you two country girls? - Country?
- Are you two country girls? - Country?
Our little towns the most nowhe
shops... Transparent tubes carry whizzing transport cages past us... an elevated highway carrying traffic composed primarily of large transport lorries passes thru frame. As we descend, the sunlight is blocked out and street lights & neon signs take over as illumination. Eventually we reach the upper levels of a plush shopping precinct.
INT. SHOPPING PRECINT - NIGHT
Xmas decorations are everywhe
the shop, well do business.
Oh, that wont be for some time yet.
Its getting late. Id better be going.
Okay by me.
Drop in anytime, Dennis.
Goodbye, Griselda.
Father!
-Is that you, Dennis? -Yes, Father.
-Come closer, Dennis. -Yes, Father.
-What happened? -My heart.
I havent long.
Im going-- Im going to--
Throw up?
No.
-Father. -Son.
What shall I do without your guiding hand, without your skill?
Masters of the Kitchen, the Robe and the
Ritual. All monks.
Lord Chamberlain ... The official closest to the Dalai Lama. A
monk.
Norbu Thundrup ... A sweeper who works at the Potala.
The Yigstang and the Tsitang ... The Tibetan Government. Monks
and laymen.
Taktra Rinpoche ... The Regent who replaced Reting Rinpoche.
A monk.
Ling Rinpoche ... A senior tutor, a monk.
Kashag ... The Dalai Lamas per
masters mate.
-Youll be my instructor.
-Yes, in navigation and trigonometry.
Youll have a watch, keep order,
go aloft to mend canvas, reef and furl.
Otherwise, your time is your own.
Mr. Christian, in my hands,
the ship is safe.
l understand.
"A little child shall lead them."
Come along, lll show you below.
You there, take Mr. Byams box to his berth.
-Ahoy, Mr. Christian!
-Ahoy!
Excuse me.
Good m
master
will be with you shortly.
The droid bows before OBI-WAN KENOBI and QUI- GON JINN. He
backs out the door and it closes. The JEDI lower their hoods
and look out a large window at the lush green planet of Naboo.
QUI-GON sixty years old, has long white hair in a ponytail.
He is tall and striking, with blue eyes. OBI-WAN is twenty
five, with very short brown hair, pale skin, and blue eyes
GONE IN 60 SECONDS
by Scott Rosenberg
4/6/99
"I wonder," Toad said to himself presently, "I wonder
if this sort of car starts easily?"
Next moment, hardly knowing how it came about, he
found that he had hold of the handle and was turning
it. As the familiar sound broke forth, the old
passion seized on Toad and completely mastered him,
body and soul ... He increased his pace, and as the
car devour
master.
I got rhythm.
Do it the way it looks smooth.
Do you like it over your head?
No. The great thing is your hidden and then you pop out.
Thats why I asked you if Im gonna do it over your head or not?
I dont think so. Take a poll. Ask everybody.
- Take a pole? - Yeah, and ram it up your ass.
Im just kidding. Im just kidding, Ollie.
No, you said it.
Every goddamn day, you throw this little fag
Master of Sliverware.
Forks, speciality. At your service.
- My colieague, the ShoveIer.
- Big fan of your work.
And standing rather painfuliy aside
is our cohort, Mr. Furious.
- Hows it hanging?
- Oh, so you guys--
Theyre superheroes. Okay.
- We fight crime. Cali it what you wliI.
- Quite right.
Thats great.
Just, you know...
keep up the good work.
You as weli, sir.
You as weli.
Did you see-- Did