curate, reading a
book.
RODERICK (V.O.)
... or the poor curate.
Dorothy talking to the apothecarys lad.
RODERICK (V.O.)
... or the young apothecarys lad
from Dugans Town whom I recollect
beating once for that very reason.
Roderick, fighting with apothecarys lad.
RODERICK (V.O.)
The torments of jealousy she made me
endure were horrible.
EXT. FIELD - DAY
Dorothy, like a greyhound released from days
seeing you.
Thats nice. Tidy himself up a bit.
Hello, Father.
Im your new curate, Father.
If youll excuse my appearance.
No, its not possible.
The Bishop may have a grudge against me.
He may think Ive a mouthful of clover
and cant preach...
but even the Bishop
wouldnt do a thing like this to me.
I see what you mean.
Young man, may I ask...
is that the official garb
of the priests in St. Louis?
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"
Life And Times Of Judge Roy Bean Script
Door.
Shut the door, squirrel.
Whiskey.
How are you?
Bean. Roy Bean.
Maybe you heard of me.
My pictures on the wall.
On the other side of that wall over there.
Just...
robbed the Grangers Trust
down in Magdalena.
Thats no easy pickings.
Bonanza Stud
had his left hand shot half away...
and l picked two pellets
of crude-iron buckshot...
out of my ankle.
l alw
Le Divorce Script
#[Man Singing In French]
What is the purpose
of your visit to Paris?
Yo visit my sister.
Shes having a baby.
Shes married to a Frenchman.
l mean, her husbands French.
Shes a poet.
- Bon journ閑.
- Bon journ閑.
You want those berries, huh?
- Bonjour.
- Bonjour.
Artichokes...
asparagus.
In the th century,
well-bred women never ate asparagus.
Especially white asparagus.
Really. I