Kicking It Old School Script
Justin, are you ready for the talent show?
Mom, I pity the fool who aint
ready for the talent show.
Wasnt that... something?
A round of applause for Jen.
Now weve all-
The Vista Avenue Elementary School-
Hey, Jen.
You were way cool out there.
Radical. Thanks.
Ooh, I got you something.
- Oh, my God. You got me-
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- a tourist, visiting a friend,
was struck...
... by a -pound block as he
walk ed down the stage-door alley.
The cinder block hit me
on the flat side...
... of the block itself,
as if it were hurled at me.
- when the ferry dock ed,
he was napping.
A deck hand wok e him and told
my ass burning.
Mike, you should give it a little kiss so itll feel better.
Pretend like were not even here.
Hey, isnt Ricky Martin having a concert? Get the fuck on.
- You always gotta go racial, man. - Its sad, man.
I think its cool. It hit the meat. It aint nowhere near the hole.
Two lousy bags?
What about the biggest shipment of ecstasy to come out of Amsterdam?
Let me worry about my snit
LITTLE SWEETHEART
Oyster Blues plays. Serene view of short pilings in the
water along Bob Sikes Channel, St. George Island.
NELSON ENTERTAINMENT presents
An ANTHONY SIMMONS Film
Flocks of sea birds are flying over the shore.
JOHN HURT
KAREN YOUNG
A bucket of seawater is being hoisted from a docked boat.
Thelma walks by, underneath the hoist. As she walks by she
watches it being dumped into a b
protective gloves, Jerome opens the liquid-nitrogen
cooled refrigerator. A cloud of condensed water vapor billows
out. Revealed inside the fridge are racks of labelled jars and
silicon pouches - some containing a yellowish liquid, some a
deep, red liquid.
In front of one of the jars is a handwritten shopping list -
"TRUFFLES, CIGS, VODKA". Jerome smiles to himself as he
retrieves the note
Cool Guy.
I love you.
Have a good day.
-Morning, Marisa.
-Whats up, Cora? How my diamonds?
-Theyre hanging with your rubies.
-I like the sound of that.
-Just made it, Marisa.
-I always do.
-Good morning, Marisa.
-Whats up, Keef?
Hows the weather?
Sunshine. Thats nice.
Anything good on?
He opened the door for the paper.
The wife just pushed him out.
That nasty butt first thing
in the morning, ld k
cool.
Reuben. Two-minute warning.
Lisas on her way down.
Okay, thanks.
Look, Reuben.
Yeah.
Now, Im asking you this because
youre my oldest friend in the world.
Uh-huh.
And Im your wingman.
Okay. What?
Are you sure you wanna do this?
Sandy, theres not a doubt
in my mind.
Okay? I found the perfect woman.
Were totally in love.
My lifes working out
just like I planned.
Lets go get married.
Okay.
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cool.
We can work something out.
Like a fifty-fifty thing, you know?
You dont just take a rowboat out and
find a treasure chest filled with gold.
lt took me almost years of scraping
till l found my first haul.
Hey, l mean what l say.
You need help getting back
in the water, let me know.
-Move it out.
-Hey, Quinn.
You wanna come work for a real
captain, you let me know, all right?
Are you a captai
shown a very enthusiastic Lorenzo DiBonaventura (big cheese at Warners, and a genuinely cool guy) my references (Svankmajers "Alice" and Polanskis "Rosemarys Baby"), everyone at the studio feigned ignorance when Jon Peters nixed my vision. It was like I had crawled out on this creative limb and when I looked around all of my supporters were gone and Jon-fucking-Peters was sawing the branch off.
cool.
-Longfellow Deeds?
-Just call me Deeds, pal.
Easy with that Longfellow stuff.
Chuck Cedar, CEO.
Cecil Anderson,
General Counsel of Blake Media.
Handshakes are for strangers.
We hug around here, buddy.
Whats up? Welcome to town.
Come on, dont be shy.
I like that beard. Abe Lincoln-style.
Have a seat, boys.
-Murph!
-Deeds?
-I thought you were sick today.
-That was a lie, pal.
You fooled me.
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