tea-dance s.
If food is the prose of a party,
then lights are its poetry.
It works. If food is the prose
of a party, lights are its poetry.
I like that. If music were the food of
love, play on. Im going out of my mind.
Good morning, Mr. Parrish.
- What do you think of all this, Helen?
- Its gonna be beautiful.
And Allison says
the president may come.
- The presidents got better things to do than
tea?
- No, thank you.
Sit down. Sure l couldnt get you
a glass of lemonade or something?
No.
Thats very kind of you.
- Are you related to him?
- No, Im his housekeeper.
Wed like to find out something
about him. What does he do for a living?
He and Jim Mason own the tailor works,
but thats not how he makes his money.
- He makes most of it from his poetry.
- He writes poetry?
Oh, my goodness, yes.
Crisis in Mali
MALI
Population: 15.4 million
GDP per capita: about $1,000
Agricultural society
(raw cotton)
H.D.I: 175 / 187countries
1960. 6. 20 Federation gained independence from France
① Modibo Keïta :1960~ 1968
- One-party state
- Socialist orientation
- Nationalization of economic resources
② Moussa Traoré : 1968. 11 ~ 1992
- 1968~1980 : dev
NAPOLEON
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A
Screenplay
by
Stanley Kubrick
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FADE IN:
INT. BEDROOM CORSICA - NIGHT
A well worn teddy-bear is cradled in the arms of Napoleon,
age 4, who dreamily sucks his thumb, listening to a
bedtime story told by his young mother, Letizia. His 5-
year old brother, Joseph, is already asleep, beside him.
NARRATOR
Napoleon was born at Ajaccio in
Corsica on August 15th, 1769. He
had not be
Metroland Script
[Phone Ringing]
[Ringing]
[ Man Sighing ]
[ Man ]
The phones ringing.
[ Woman ]
What time is it?
[Ringing]
: .
Its a wrong number.
Might be something important.
[ Child Crying]
Oh, its woken Amy.
Oh, Ill get up.
[ Crying]
[ Crying Continues]
[Ringing]
[ Crying ]
There, there, there.
[ Screaming ]
[Ringing Continues ]
Hello.
[ Man ]
Its about bloody time.
Who is this?
Who do you
t
Little Girl Who Lives Down The Lane Script
Happy birthday.
Who is it?
- Mr. Jacobs?
- Yes?
It me, Frank Hallet.
Hallet?
- Trick or treat!
- What?
Trick or treat!
It Halloween, young lady.
Why aren you out trick-or-treating?
Oh, somebody birthday.
- Whose, yours?
- Yes.
- Well, happy birthday.
- Thank you.
And besides your birthday,
it also Halloween.
Can I tell my father what you want?
My name Fr
Abandon Script
La-la-la
La-la, la-la-la...
You ready?
Oh. Not going.
Not dressing up like an adult.
Yeah, but were
game-day players.
Come on.
Lets go.
Okay.
l put on the clothes,
and l feel better for a second
like lm somebody
with someplace to go
but then l think
lm a complete fraud
and theyll see
right through me.
...La-la-la
La-la, la-la-la...
A fine fantasy object,
but useful, too--
shitting,
The Hours Script - Dialogue Transcript
Dearest,
I feel certain, that Im going mad again.
I think we cant go through another of these terrible times
and I shant recover this time.
I begin to hear voices
and cant concentrate.
So Im doing what seems the best thing to do.
You have given me the greatest possible happiness.
You have been in every way all that anyone could be.
I know that Im spoiling yo
Pride And Prejudice Script
Lydia! Kitty!
My dear Mr Bennet, have you heard?
Netherfield Park is let at last. Do you
not want to know who has taken it?
As you wish to tell me, my dear,
I doubt I have any choice in the matter.
Kitty, what have I told you
about listening at the door?
Theres a Mr Bingley
arrived from the North.
- Five thousand a year!
- Really?
- Hes single!
- Whos single?
A Mr Bingl
tea.
-I did not. Its got like a tea spoon and half in it.
-In a whole cup, I can taste it.
-Give it a rest, will you?
-Bicker, bicker, bicker, make a gal age quicker.
-So what youre saying is that by harmonizing all these different elements,
youre creating kind of continuity in the piece?
-No, what Im saying is I dont want to end up with some damn ugly quilt.
-Sweetie. Explain to us again what ki