Man With The Golden Gun Script
Nick Nack! Tabasco!
Right away, Monsieur Scaramanga!
Hey.
Half. You get the rest later.
Wait for him in there. Through that door.
He will join you in a minute.
Your steam bath is ready,
Monsieur Scaramanga.
Oh, that wo uld have been too easy.
lts lo cked.
Youll have to look elsewhere, monsieur.
Hey, Al.
Al, wherever you are,
dont hold it against me.
l wonder where y
All around this is an almost totally black screen. Now, as the camera moves slowly towards the window which is almost a postage stamp in the frame, other forms appear; barbed wire, cyclone fencing, and now, looming up against an early morning sky, enormous iron grille work. Camera travels up what is now shown to be a gateway of gigantic proportions and holds on the top of it - a huge initial "K"
standthebrightest.
But that wasalong timeago.
Whatskeptyouin thegame all theseyears?
Why dont we get together for a drink? We could talk about that.
Idlove to, but theless youknowaboutme thebetter.
- Why? - Implanning tokill thepresident.
You shouldnt have said that.
Its a federal offense to threaten the president.
You could go tojail even ifyou dont mean it.
Imeanit, allright.
John F. Kennedysai
His is the only one still occupied, and it doesnt look that permanent. In the window is a cardboard, handwritten sign that reads "Kwans Shaolin Kung Fu". What remains visible behind the poster and the security grate is an IMPRESSION of people moving and milling around.
INT. WORKOUT AREA - SAME NIGHT
ESTABLISHING SHOT OF KWANS SHAOLIN KUNG FU SCHOOL.
The students are doing their own thing, and the
It is 7:14 P.M., Monday, September 22, 1975, and we are watching the network news programs on CBS, NBC, ABC and UBS-TV, the network of our story. The AUDIO is OFF; and head shots of WALTER CRONKITE, JOHN CHANCELLOR, HOWARD K. SMITH and HARRY REASONER, and of course, the anchorman of our network, HOWARD BEALE, silently flit and flicker across the four television screens, interspersed with the news
stand emptiness he told us.
Mother always said that my
sister Satsu was like wood.
As rooted to the earth as a Sagura
tree. But she told me I was like water.
Water can carve its
way, even through stone.
And when trapped,
water makes a new path.
-These are the girls from Tanaka?
-Sisters, yes, from Yurida.
This one maybe, the other one no.
Show your respect for mother. You
must not speak, I will a
CHARADE
FADE IN (BEFORE TITLES)
1. EXT. FRENCH COUNTRYSIDE -- DUSK
Silence -- complete silence for the urbanite, though the
oncoming darkness is punctuated by the sounds of farm
country -- a few birds, a distant rumble of thunder from
some heavy clouds on the horizon, a dogs barking.
CAMERA PANS the green, squared-off flatland, lit only by
a fine sunset in its final throes. Then, gradually,
start
Nashville Script
Now, after years in the making,
Robert Altman brings to the big
screen the long-awaited Nashville,
with ... count em...
of your very favorite stars!
David Arkin, Barbara Baxley,
Ned Beatty in Nashville!
And the fabulous performances
of Karen Black, Ronee Blakely!
Timothy Brown in Nashville,
along with the spectacular
Keith Carradine, Geraldine Chaplin!
With Robert Doqui in Nashvi
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
Oldboy Script
What?
I said I just wanted to speak
What the hell? Whats with
the way you fucking talk?
Who the fuck are you?
My...
name is...
Oh Daesu
Why are you picking on
someone elses girlfriend?
Hold on
Am I picking on you? Mr. Oh Daesu!
Am I picking on you? Fuck!
Okay! Okay, I got it
Just a minute Okay! Okay!
Fuck!
Oh Daesu please sit down
Oh boy Must have drunk a lot
Who the hell did I pic