My First Mister Script
Red rain.
Death touched her lips
as she kissed her lover good-bye.
She tried not to touch his skin...
knowing the coldness
would chill her.
As it was...
she still hadnt cried...
nor had she decided
who was in the better position.
The end.
I wrote that.
Im a fucking poet.
When Im not writing poems...
Im writing eulogies.
Mine.
- Yeah? Oh, yeah?
- Yeah! Yeah!
- Take it easy,
Man In The Iron Mask Script
Some of this is legend,
but at least
this much is fact
when rioting citizens of France
destroyed the Bastille,
they discovered in its records
this mysterious entry...
You dead yet?
Aramis!
Porthos is...
Im sorry, my dears.
You would have enjoyed it.
Hes hung like a donkey.
- So are you!
- Really?
Hes been asleep so long,
Id forgotten.
OK, go on now.
Leave His Holiness
From Justin To Kelly Script
Thank you. Really, youre too kind.
- Kel, you were on fire tonight. - Thanks, Luke.
Look, why dont we go out and celebrate? Get some steaks, maybe a couple of beers.
Luke, I appreciate that you come to every show...
and sometimes dont pass out till Im offstage...
but Im just not interested in you romantically.
- Im sorry. - Well, not yet.
But just wait. Im like Hurric