VAMPIRE POV
Rocketing along the black water toward Sonny. WHISTLING WIND. WHISPERED
VOICES. FLAPPING WINGS.
SONNY
looks back for a wave. But thats not what he sees.
SONNY
Holy shit!
Sonny starts PADDLING frantically. The other Surf Nazis turn and look up --
they SCREAM as they are ATTACKED. Surfboards CRACK and SPLINTER. In a BLUR,
the Surf Nazis are SWEPT AWAY into the sky.
Sonny alone, looking
La Dolce Vita Script
THE SWEETNESS TO LIVE
But it is Jesus!
What is it?
Where do you take it?
They take it at the Pope.
Our telephone number.
To the table
what did they eat?
The prince ate some snails.
And did they drink..?
Forgiveness... I saw, me.
The princes?
They drank the Valpolicella.
We say:
snails, Valpolicella.
Let me take a photo!
Impossible...
Why all this money?
I am
Orange County Script
Mr Marcus Skinner,
care of the English Department,
Stanford University.
Dear Mr Skinner...
My name is Shaun Brumder,
and I think youre a total genius.
I Iive in California,
in a place called Orange County.
A year ago, I was just
another Orange County surfer,
spending my days
at the beach with my buddies...
...playing volleyball...
Spike it, Shaun!
...spending my nights
around
Max Script
George.
So glad you like it.
Rothman?
Whos this Rothman?
Max Rothman.
Isnt his father in shoes?
- Think so.
- Shoes or frocks.
Shoes, frocks, or stocks.
The Duke of Westminster used
to own a spaniel called "Jew"--
except when his Rothchild
banker came over.
Then they called him "Joe."
Oo-ooh, champagne.
Max.
Why are you wasting this divine
tipple on these swine?
lnsecurity, I suppose.
1984 Script
This is our land.
A land of peace and of plenty.
A land of harmony and hope.
This is our land.
Oceania.
These are our people.
The workers, the strivers, the builders.
These are our people.
The builders of our world, struggling...
fighting, bleeding...
dying.
On the streets of our cities and on the far-flung battlefields.
Fighting against the mutilation of our hopes and dreams.
Who are