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Oh, no… It’s getting a little nippy out. Not a good time to start turtling.
BOSS (Season 1, Ep. 7 - "Stasis")
- KANE: I need your help with something.
- KITTY: Yes, sir.
- KANE: Something I'm having a little trouble understanding. This morning we were approached by Alderman Ross. He offered his help in bringing the council back to work.
- KITTY: That's good news, sir.
- KANE: He did so because he's under the impression I'm stepping down... from office. (beat) I only told you.
- KITTY: (blanches) Sir--
- KANE: Sit down.
- Kitty sits.
- KANE: I’ve asked you before, “Do you know who the fuck I am?” (beat) Right now, at this moment, I am the angel of fucking death for you. And the next few minutes are going to feel like perdition itself if you don’t tell me what I need to know.
- Kitty's dumbfounded, speechless.
- KANE: Nod.
- Kitty nods.
Stormblog
Chock-full-of-info blog for screenwriting consultants and script coverage service Coverage, Ink, who just announced the 1st, 2nd and 3rd Place winners in their 2011 Writers on the Storm Screenwriting Contest.
Okay, so you’re too late for this go-around. But if you’ve got that next great screenplay in you, or if that last draft is in various stages of creative disrepair and abandonment in your real or virtual desk drawer, maybe it’s time to dust it off and work it into fighting shape for WOTS 2012, which is around the corner.
In the meantime, consider submitting that or any script to CI for analysis. Reasonable, competitive rates, as well as insightful, constructive commentary… if I do say so myself. [Full disclosure: I’m one of their analysts— so request JT if you’re so inclined].
All right, enough shilling. We now return you to your regularly scheduled procrastination…
I swear to Christ, if you’re about to diagnose me with Post Traumatic Shock Syndrome, I am going to bash your goddamn face in.
VICE DEAN LAYBOURNE: Your 24 hours has expired. I need an answer, Troy. Are you ready to join the elite brotherhood of guys who fix air conditioners?
TROY: I’m sorry, Vice Dean, but… I realize no one’s better than anyone else. Some people are better at sports — and then there are magicians — but… I was put on this earth to do something… else.
VICE DEAN LAYBOURNE: So you’re going to be, what, a plumber?
TROY: No, I’m not going to be a plumber either, because they have to deal with poop.
We have a variety of all liquors served in strange containers. We are packed with celebrities— the fun ones. We also have cock fights and strippers. And guess what…? We don’t have a sign, so good luck finding the place. But if you do, you’ll be lucky because we’ve also got donkey shows, Motley Crüe and cake.
You’ve had a rough morning? Try pulling twin boys out of a tight little Asian gal. She wasn’t Asian-American, Ryan, she was real Asian. I had to do so much slicing and dicing down there, it looked like a goddamn Benihana.
You trying to do math is kind of like a dog wearing a hat.
Guardian: Key Workers – Writers And Their Typewriters – In Pictures
Brings back fond memories of mechanical/electrical word companions of years gone by. I’m sure my last electronic Smith-Corona is still pissed, twenty years later, about its dusty closet digs. But that’s progress.
Honestly, since the advent of the word processor/computer, I have no idea how I could use a typewriter now. Sure, I miss the tactile response and the aural feedback (there are apps for that, by the way), but editing is too important a part of the writing process to leave to inefficient correcting ribbons and erasers. The virtual effortlessness of computer-based revision on the fly, without derailing the creative train, is more valuable than the nostalgia.
William Faulkner works on a screenplay on a balcony, Hollywood in the early 1940s. (Photo: Alfred Eriss/Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images)
John Cheever at his home in Ossining, New York in 1979. (Photo: Paul Hosefros/Getty Images)
Patricia Highsmith at home in the village of Moncourt, near Fontainebleau, in 1976. (Photo: Jacques Pavlovsky/Sygma/Corbis)
HARLEY: Nice. You wrote a hit.
ANNIE: It isn’t that good.
HARLEY: Oh, I don’t know. ‘Don’t Think Twice…’ did all right for Bobby Dylan. I mean, you changed the progression so it doesn’t go back to the two, but… Other than that, I gotta say, well, at least you’re stealing big.
ANNIE: Fuck.
HARLEY: Look—
ANNIE: Fuck. This is so hard.
HARLEY: It’s why the world’s full of players.
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