Luther Script
Help me: Dont let me die
like a dog on this road:
Dont let me die:
Ill become a monk:
Ill become a monk:
Ill give myself to God:
Ill give myself to God:
Ill give myself to You:
Ill give myself to You:
Just spare me: Spare me:
Just help me:
Your fathers here.
Hes brought
the whole family.
Hes leaving.
Father, please stay for supper:
Father:
Your first Mass,
and you crap yourself:
I h
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.
Inside Deep Throat Script
[Crime Of The Century
by Supertramp playing]
Now theyre planning
the crime of the century
Well what will it be?
Read all about their schemes
and adventuring
Its well worth a fee
We are living
in a glorious time,
a time of great conflict
to be sure.
(male newsreader # )
Today, a nationwide crackdown
was underway...
(male newsreader # )
...eight men were arrested
from...
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TEN THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU
PADUA HIGH SCHOOL - DAY
Welcome to Padua High School,, your typical urban-suburban
high school in Portland, Oregon. Smarties, Skids, Preppies,
Granolas. Loners, Lovers, the In and the Out Crowd rub sleep
out of their eyes and head for the main building.
PADUA HIGH PARKING LOT - DAY
KAT STRATFORD, eighteen, pretty -- but trying hard not to be
-- in a baggy granny dr
One Hour Photo Script
Turn to your right.
Thats it, sir. Youre done.
Please follow the orange line.
We processed the roll of film
we found in your bag, Mr. Parrish.
Theyre not very pretty pictures.
Also, you left the camera in the hotel.
We processed that roll as well.
Can I see them?
Thats not a courtesy, Mr. Parrish.
This is evidence.
Do you guys have your own lab...
or do you have to send it o
Cell
FADE IN:
A SPECK OF DUST
Grains of sand dance in the wind. As we glide over a VAST
DESERT, the speck of dust becomes a HORSE AND RIDER.
CATHERINE YOUNG straddles the beautiful black animal, her
mesmerizing eyes scanning the horizon. A curious breeze
blows across her exquisite face and she drinks it in, as if
the wind itself were telling something to her...
Catherine sees a FLICKERING LIGHT
We are floating up a steep scrubby slope. We hear male voices gently singing "Tumbling Tumbleweeds" and a deep, affable, Western-accented voice - Sam Elliots, perhaps:
VOICE-OVER
A way out west there was a fella, fella I want to tell you about, fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least, that was the handle his lovin parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. This Lebowski, he
Name Of The Rose Script
Having reached the end
of my poor sinners life...
my hair now white...
I prepare to leave
on this parchment my testimony...
as to the wondrous
and terrible events...
I witnessed in my youth...
towards the end of the year
of Our Lord .
May God grant me
the wisdom and grace...
to be the faithful chronicler
of the happenings that took place...
in a remote abbey
in the dark no
Michael Palin: Hello, good evening and welcome to the Ronald Reagan Memorial Bowl, here in the pretty little L.A. suburb of
Hollywood. Well, were about to go in all for wrestling, brought to you tonight, ladies and gentlemen, by the makers of Scum,
the worlds first ever combined hair oil, foot ointment, and salad dressing. And the makers of Titan, the novelty nuclear
missile! You never know wh
North Country Script
- Lady, you sit in your nice house...
- Karen.
... clean floors, your bottled water,
your flowers on Valentines Day...
... and you think youre tough?
Wear my shoes. Tell me tough.
Work a day in the pit, tell me tough.
Im sure were all sufficiently impressed,
Mrs. Aimes.
There is no "Mrs." here.
- No. I didnt go to the police.
- What did you do?
What I had to.
- Karen, stop cr