and delivered from sin.
Anoint them with Your Holy Spirit, that they may be born again in Your church,
that they may become inheritors of Your glorious kingdom.
Delia, I baptize you...
in the name of the Father, the Son,
and the Holy Spirit.
Give her to me.
They say that a child that cries is closer to God.
There you go. Right there.
Yes, Delia! Isnt that beautiful?
Boo!
Boo! Yeah.
Age 26, lean, hard, the consummate loner. On the surface he appears good-looking, even handsome; he has a quiet steady look and a disarming smile which flashes from nowhere, lighting up his whole face. But behind that smile, around his dark eyes, in his gaunt cheeks, one can see the ominous stains caused by a life of private fear, emptiness and loneliness. He seems to have wandered in from a land
Hamlet Script
Hamlet, think of us as of a father...
for let the world take note:
You are the most immediate to our throne.
And with no less nobility of love...
than that which dearest father
bears his son...
do I impart toward you.
Though yet of Hamlet
our dear brothers death...
the memory be green...
and that it us befitted
to bear our hearts in grief...
and our whole kingdom
to be contracted in
Michael Collins Script
Youve got to think of him the way he was.
He cycled around Dublin...
in his pin-striped suit with 10,000 on his head.
"Why hide, Joe", hed say...
"...when thats what they expect?"
But he never did what anyone expected.
He got the British out of here, and no one expected that.
Some people are what the times demand...
and life without them seems impossible.
But hes dead.
And
The Lion In Winter Script
Come for me!
Youre gaining on it, Johnny.
Am I, father? Am I really?
Off you go now.
Run along and practice.
Hell make a good king.
Hell be ready.
Thats the way.
Come on, my son!
Have you found religion,
Henry?
Will you look down from heaven and
see whos sitting on your throne?
I must know before I die.
Theres a legend of a king called
Lear, with whom I have a lot in com
KING to lay it on its side and
signal defeat. Suddenly, he rakes the pieces off the board,
grabs his fountain pen and lunges at the FOURTEEN year old,
stabbing him repeatedly in the chest. They fall to the floor.
The ADULTS try to pull them apart. The NINE year old struggles
ferociously, SCREAMING and kicking like a mad man.
INT. HOSPITAL WARD - 1972 - DUSK
In the b.g. we see the Nine year old Bo
king for Mortwell Terry, bit of
work you know, what do you do now?
Whatever comes up
Yeah but this is a knocking 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
the parking brake --
And the Mustang spins on the straight -- Screeching spin ... And
Memphis takes the HARD LEFT ...
And hes managed to outrun them... Finding himself above Lower
Grand... Looking down ...
He can see the secondary pursuit down below ... Atley being
chased... IN THE DISTANCE - Atley is LAUNCHED FROM THE SHOULDER,
the Firebird rolling down a drainage culvert ...
Landing with a
king for doctoring.
If youre gonna eat barefoot...
...why not take supper with the animals in the barn.
My boots dont fit no more. Cut off my blood circulation.
- Its your birthday soon. - Ill have gangrene by then.
Your mother may have to saw off your feet, then. Like poor old Mr. Swenson.
Mr. Jones.
Maggie, this is the visiting gentleman I mentioned.
Ill bet a warm meal sounds pretty good to yo
king before it dives too deep!
- Esteban was bitten?
- Eaten!
- Is he dead?
- Esteban was eaten!
- He was swallowed whole?
- No! Chewed!
Check the scanning monitor!
Hes got hydrogen psychosis.
Crazy-eye.
Steve, we think
you got crazy-eye.
- Get him out of the fucking water.
- Esteban!
- Esteban! Esteban!
- Whyd you throw it over?
- Esteban! Esteban!
- Its gone.
- Steve!
- Esteban!
Esteban! Esteba