the second-chancers are gonna be ready to be picked up today,
and l wanted you guys to be prepared for it.
Better hide your wallets.
Yeah , and get out your brass knuckles.
Were already short-handed . How are we gonna handle those delinquents?
Oh , theyre not delinquents.
Theyre just boys from a bit rougher environment than most of us.
You mean underage criminals.
No, theyre not.
Theyre all re
short to waste
on mistakes.
You have to plan everything to a "T".
Life is too short to waste
on planning everything.
You gotta be flexible!
The only way to keep control
is to be organized.
The only way to keep control
is to be unorganized.
The only way to keep control...
- is to be unorganized.
- Youre right.
I lost my lighter.
Being jealous means youre afraid
to lose the other person.
Being jeal
clam, arent you?
Dont let him boss you about, hes a dreadful bully.
Nonsense, Mrs. P adores me.
-How are you getting on with your bood? -Very well.
Volume 2, Chapter 20, the Battle of Blenheim.
Were already on page 800 and something.
l thind the publishers hoped for something a little shorter.
Bugger the publishers, this is more than a biography.
lts a panegyric...
a tribute to my great and illus
Igby Goes Down Script
Why couldnt she have been
a fucking smoker?
This has nothing to do with
her being in such wonderful shape.
The cause of our trouble
was our inability to come up with a drug...
...short of paint thinner, that would be
at least somewhat novel to her system.
Shes built up a tolerance to everything.
A tolerance?
Shes taking her fucking afternoon nap.
Shut up, lgby!
Were fine.
It
shorts-out and explodes! Which
pops open
INT. PATIENT CELLS -
- and sends dozens more wild, raving Humans rampaging through
the hospital, while EVERY ELECTRIC LIGHT in the place strobes
maniacally, and ORDERLIES & OTHER NURSES are chased down like
rabbits by Patients and beaten to pulp, and
INT. "THERAPY" ROOMS -
- filled with devices that look straight out of the Spanish
Inquisition are trashed
short.
Hes cool! Classy and all!
Hes all tanned.
Hell be right back.
- He cured cancer or what?
- Why? Did you?
- No, but nobody kisses my ass.
- Hes a star!
He left this shithole,
for Hollywood.
He fought to be
where he is now.
Youve never left town!
Whether youre a star or a dog,
I dont care!
Then why are you waiting for him?
You cant park here!
Hes just a regular guy.
Back off, watch my car!
C
around the wolfs neck and crimps it in place, all
the while TALKING soothingly to the semi-conscious animal.
Anne Marie smiles at Erics tenderness and snaps some
photos.
??
??
With the collar in place and transmitter activated, Eric
backs away while the wolf tries to rouse itself from its
narcosis.
??
ERIC
(continuing)
Hes coming around fine.
??
ANNE MARIE
Be right back. I left my
camcorder
neck. Bond looks up, catches sight of the CIGAR
GIRL as she vaults out the broken window and onto THE ROOF.
Bond rushes to the window...
EXT. VERANDAH - ROOFS - GENEVA - DAY
She swings on a WIRE across to another roof, quickly
disappearing into shadows.
Bond can hear sirens approaching. He returns to...
THE OFFICE...he grabs the money and moves fast for the door,
casually slipping that cigar into
Intolerable Cruelty Script
Donovan?
Yes? Donovan.
Is everything all right?
Yeah. The production meeting
was put off, so I thought-- Whos here?
Here?
Mm.
Who owns that piece-of-shit van
down there?
Oh--
Its just a guy, you know,
going door-to-door
selling... pool cleaner.
So why did he
lock himself in the den?
Well, he--
Oh, God.
- Remember my friend Ollie?
- Ollie Olerud?
Short, cretinous wanker?
shorts and little else. They wear Montagnard sandals or no shoes at all, and their bodies and faces are painted in bizarre camouflage patterns. They appear one with the jungle and mist, FIRING INTO US as they move.
The soldier we saw earlier emerges from the swamp, dripping mud, his MACHINE GUN BLASTING FIRE.
We begin to move quickly with one Vietnamese, breathlessly running for his life; we MOVE