About Schmidt Script
Well, for my part.
I would just like to say, Warren, that as the new guy taking over for you -
- I hope I can fill your shoes.
Because from the looks of the people here, -
- and what they think about you, they sure seem awfully big.
Well, as the most of you know, -
- Ive just moved here recently from Demoin.
With my wife, Patty here.
And Kimberly are 14 months old, and...
You
The Long Hot Summer Script
It was him! He did it.
Then his hog got in my corn again.
He had no fence that would hold it, so I put it in my pen.
I told him he could have his hog back when he paid me a dollar pound fee.
- What did he say to that? - "He didnt say nothin."
But yesterday I got his answer, all right.
My barn burned!
A barn burner is the meanest, lowest creature there is.
I cant find ag
Krypton, is empty for the moment. But the signs of its members are ever-present: around the great floating slab that is their conference table each has his (or her) own console of crystals - a transparent container marked with the identifying insignia, c.f. the symbols on each of their robes in Part I.
As Non and Ursa follow two paces behind. Zod strides along the slab, ignoring console after con
Runaway Bride
Screenplay by
Sarah Parriott & Josann McGibbon
FADE IN
EXT. AN IMPOSSIBLE EXPANSE OF MARYLAND FARMLAND - DAY
The wind rustles the endless field of corn, blows over the
freshly mown meadow of soybeans, and magically sways a copse of
trees.
Its a Fall after-noon. A SUDDEN POUNDING OF GALLOPING HOOVES
breaks the peace and... A HORSE and RIDER burst between the rows
of corn into th
Silence. Norland Park, a large country house built in the early part of the eighteenth century, lies in the moonlit parkland.
2 INT. NORLAND PARK. MR DASHWOODS BEDROOM. NIGHT.
In the dim light shed by candles we see a bed in which a MAN (MR DASHWOOD, 52) lies his skin waxy, his breathing laboured. Around him two silhouettes move and murmur, their clothing susurrating in the deathly hush. DOCTORS.
O Brother Where Art Thou Script -
- ## Po Lazarus # - # Po Lazarus! #
# Po Lazarus... #
# Well, the high sheriff, he told the deputy #
# Wont you go out and bring me Lazarus? #
# Well, the high sheriff, he told the deputy #
# Wont you go out and bring me Lazarus? #
# Oh, bring him dead or alive #
# O Lord #
# Bring him dead or alive #
# Well, the deputy, he told the high sheriff #
# Well, I aint
AS GOOD AS IT GETS
by
Mard Andrus
And
James J. Brooks
Story by
Mark Andrus
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FADE IN:
INT. APARTMENT BUILDING (NEW YORK), HALLWAY - NIGHT
ANGLE ON apartment doorway. As it opens and an
enormously SWEET-FACED, ELDER WOMAN steps out, bungled up
against the cold -- turning back to call inside to the
unseen love of
WAG THE DOG
by
David Mamet
FADE IN:
A CARD, WHITE ON THE BLACK SCREEN, READS
Why does a dog wag its tail?
BENEATH IT, THE NEXT LINE FADES IN:
Because a dog is smarter than its tail.
CROSS-FADE TO THE NEXT CARD, WHICH READS:
If the tail were smarter, the tail would wag the dog.
DISSOLVE
FADE IN:
EXT THE WHITE HOUSE NIGHT
A VAN FULL OF PEOPLE STOPS AT A SIDE ENTRANCE.
ANGLE INT THE WHITE HOUSE
AT T
In black, we hear a chain-gang chant, many voices together, spaced around the unison strike of picks against rock. A title burns in:
O muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending...
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
On the sound of an impact we cut to:
A PICK
splitting a rock.
As the chant continues, wider angles show the chain-gang at w
Maurice Script
Thank you.
Hall.
Come here, please.
- Sir?
- Come on.
Have a good send-off?
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
Mr. Abrahams gave me a picture -
The Light of the World.
The fellas have given me a set of Guatemalas.
Up to two dollars!
The ones with the parrot
and the pillar on.
Look, sir.
Oh, splendid, splendid.
And, um, what did Mr. Abrahams say to you?
Told you you were a miserable sinner,