Waste not,
Master Hood. That was for the bag.
[ Continues Coughing ]
Oh.
Ive been thinkin, Francis.
You know, you are
one drug-addled elitist freak.
And when the revolution comes I do not
want to be lined up with you and shot...
because you are fuckin ripe
for political reeducation--
- you know, like in the fields.
- Let me enlighten you
about something here.
You and I exist on two opposite sides
wasted
million pound of talent.
[Woman] Youre right,
I need a guide dog.
- Come on, move it!
- Just stay where you are.
- Move it, Liam.
- Dont you dare. Listen,
- did you wanna... Is Sabine in?
- Is she upstairs? Well go in.
Can you take Scott to his Ma?
- Im gonna see Liam as well.
- What?
- Ive got to see Liam.
- Youre in the van.
- Hes not going anywhere.
- Hes going in the van.
- Hes not go
"SHOCK TREATMENT"
Screenplay
by
Richard OBrien and Jim Sharman
Book and Lyrics
by
Richard OBrien
Music
by
Richard Hartley and Richard OBrien
Copyright 1980 (c) All Rights Reserved
Michael White Ltd. 13 Duke Street
St. James, London SW1Y 6DB. U.K.
SHOOTING SCRIPT
October, 1980
THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW featured an ordinary
couple, Brad and Janet, innocent victims of a flat
tyre and a wet night
waste, just a few party plates!
Why am I the only one
that feels there has to be rules?
Why do you always
make me out to be the heavy?
I dont. You do ityourself quite naturally.
- You set me up every time to be the bad guy.
- Oh, lighten up, will ya?
You spend too much time with
those corporate clones you used to despise.
I spend too much time with you, Daniel.
Its over!
Its over.
Come on, Mirand
The Descent Script
Mister foreman,
have you arrived at a verdict?
We have, your honour.
We find the defendant
guilty of all charges.
-He has no priors--
-Thats misleading.
He has no convictions.
-ls he dangerous?
-No, but hes a slippery little shit.
Your honour,
request bail be continued--
Hes already wasted the jurys time,
not to mention yours.
-He has no priors, your honour.
-Judge, lock him in