go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnights all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnets wings.
beans.
Sometimes I feel like
a sow on a farm...
... thats being fattened up
for a Christmas slaughter.
I dreamt once that I was
about to be fried in the chair...
...and then God come into my cell
with a chefs hat on.
He rolled me around in bread crumbs,
licking His chops and all.
Maybe Im a weirdo
to have dreams like that...
...but your mind does funny things
when youre surrounded...
...by people
MR. BEAN
By
Richard Curtis
And
Robin Driscoll
INT. NATIONAL GALLERY. BOARDROOM - DAY
A very grand room, with lots of wood and some very famous portraits round the walls.
A group of grave gentlemen and gentlewomen. They are the trustees of the National Gallery. LORD WALTON, a very grand man, sits at the table head. To his right sits his assistant, GARETH. All are deep in thought. LORD WALTON fidge
sword just as Guard reaches the top. The guard picks up the torch to
light the fire and sees Shan-Yu jump over the edge of the tower and looks at
him across from the caldron. The guard throws the torch into the caldron
lighting a large fire. Shan-Yu watches as each tower lights their caldrons
one by one]
Guard [sternly]: Now all of China knows youre here.
Shan-Yu [taking the flag and holding it o
Ghost Dog Script - Dialogue Transcript
"Every day when ones body
and mind are at peace,
"one should meditate
upon being ripped apart
"by arrows, rifles,
spears and swords,
"being carried away
by surging waves,
"being thrown
into the midst of a great fire,
"being struck by lightning,
"being shaken to death
by a great earthquake,
"falling from thousand-foot
cliffs, dying of disease
"or committing s