gut
of an uncatchable fish.
What did you do?
I followed that fish upriver
and downriver.
This fish, The Beast...
...the whole time we were calling it
a him, when in fact it was a her.
It was fat with eggs
it was gonna lay any day.
Now, I was in a situation.
I could gut that fish
and get my wedding ring back...
...but in doing so Id be killing the
smartest catfish in the Ashton River.
Did I want t
poems sometime.
Just you and your father live here?
Just you two?
Yeah.
And Ill bet this is
his favorite chair, isn it?
Yeah.
Whate you got there?
What is that, a hamster?
Oh, let me see.
Well, I just wanna see.
What his name?
Oh, come on. He gotta have a name.
Tell me his name.
Gordon.
Gordon? He cute.
Shouldn you tell
your father Im here?
No, not when he working.
Youe a very pretty girl,
you kn
Dead Man Walking Script
-Hi, Sister.
-Hi, Billie Jean. How you doing?
lts the late Sister Helen.
lve got a note from my mama, ldella.
Do you need a new notebook?
-Thanks.
-How about you, Melvin?
The resident council wants us
at their meeting tomorrow.
-Can you be there at 7:00?
-Yes.
-New poetry books.
-Your poem got all smudged.
Smudged?
Sister Helen, l got
another letter from that guy.
-Which g
Flirting Script
I remember the smells most.
Stale lockers with fruitcakes
rotting into the wood.
Crusty shoe polish.
Damp towels.
Quink ink for fountain pens.
Disinfectant on the floors
of the shower block.
Fresh chalk.
Moldy oranges blue with mildew.
And on a rainy day...
the deep, rank, wild smell
of discarded football boots.
And I remember pain.
But...only vaguely.
I had a thick hide by then.
Footloose Script
I gotta cut loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back
Cmon before we crack
Lose your blues
Everybody cut footloose
Youre playinso cool
Obeying every rule
Dig way down in your heart
Youre burning, yearning for some
Somebody to tell you
That life aint passing you by
Im trying to tell you
It will if you dont even try
You can fl