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LAC Accent Worksheet
LAC Accent Worksheet
[iii] "We R the champions", "Toys R Us", "We park R cars in R garage and we enter R back door and
place R feet on R floor and we open R refrigerator and drink R beer and eat R watermelon"
"River Red" x 5
"Riverred" x 5
"Riverrrrr" x 5
"Er er er" x 3
(Say words ending in "er": higher, faster, stronger, bigger, brighter, harder, better, lighter,
thinner, fatter, taller, etc.)
DRILL 2: Plosives
Plosives are the sounds of B D K P T and sometimes G C and Q (when they sound like K)
Repeat the above drill for the other plosives, substitute the other consonant where the B is in
the drill.
DRILL 3: Sh words
DRILL 4: Ch words
Put a forward slash on every punctuation mark (Eg. : ; , ( [... etc). Take a longer pause at full stops.
Divide sentences so there is a short pause before and very occasionally after pronouns, prepositions,
conjunctions. Mark this pause with a forward slash (/). See Appendix A for a list of examples.
Verb clusters - more often than not, verb clusters (doing words or action words) will be within their own
rhythm marks. For eg. /get shot/ or /get killed/ etc.
The American sentence is divided into groups of 3, 6, 9 etc. There are always exceptions to the rule, but
this will ensure that you hit the correct rhythm.
Put an arrow head on the bottom of every forward slash. All phrases, clauses and sentences (particularly
those ending in 'R') must end with a downward inflection. Also, put an arrow through every question
mark.
Put a small "AH" above short O words. Short O words can be spelt with: o, a, ou, au, al, aw.
Put two e's joined together above terminal y words (words ending in y) and very rarely medial y's (where
the y is in the middle of the word). This reminds us to intensify and lengthen the 'eeee' sound.
Put a capital D above medial T words (and sometimes terminal T words) to remind us to pronounce the
T's as soft or light D's.
Substitute a soft 'e' sound for words that have a medial 'i' or starting 'i'. Example: his, shit, him, it, in,
hit, etc.
APPENDIX A: Pronounces, Prepositions & Conjunctions
it above and
I across that
he as or
they at as
we before if
me by while
her in after
us inside so
themselves of until
everyone on whether
to not
up like
MONOLOGUE: Good Will Hunting
Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at
the N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a
shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But
maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once
they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen
hundred people that I never met and that I never had no problem with get killed. Now the
politicians are sayin', "Send in the marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It
won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number was
called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie takin'
shrapnel in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported
to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job,
'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile he realizes the
only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that
would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish over there
to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my
buddy at two-fifty a gallon. They're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, and maybe
even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play
slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life
in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's
walking to the fuckin' job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him
chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat
the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did
I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure, fuck it, while I'm at it, why not just shoot
my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a
baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.
CHEAT SHEET: Good Will Hunting Rhythm
Why shouldn't I / work / for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one,/ but / I'll take a shot. Say / I'm
working / at the N.S.A. Somebody puts a code / on my desk,/ something nobody else can break.
Maybe I take a shot at it / and maybe / I break it. And / I'm real happy with myself,/ 'cause I did
my job well. But / maybe that code was the location / of some rebel army / in North Africa / or /
the Middle East. Once they have that location,/ they bomb the village where the rebels were
hiding / and fifteen hundred people that I / never met / and that I never had no problem with /
get killed. Now the politicians are sayin',/ "Send in the marines to secure the area" / 'cause
they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid / over there,/ gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them
when their number was called,/ 'cause they were pullin' a tour / in the National Guard. It'll be
some kid / from Southie takin' shrapnel / in the ass. And he comes home / to find that the plant
he used to work at / got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put
the shrapnel in his ass got his old job,/ 'cause he'll work / for fifteen cents a day and no
bathroom breaks. [Meanwhile] he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place
was so we could install a government / that would sell us oil / at a good price. And of course the
oil companies used the skirmish over there / to scare up / domestic oil prices. A cute little
ancillary benefit for them / but it ain't helping my buddy / at two-fifty a gallon. They're takin'
their sweet time bringin' the oil back,/ and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic
skipper / who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs,/ and it ain't too
long 'til he hits one,/ spills the oil / and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. [So] now my
buddy's out of work / and he can't afford to drive,/ so he's walking to the fuckin' job
interviews,/ which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him / chronic hemorrhoids. And
meanwhile he's starvin' / 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate
special they're servin' / is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So / what did I / think? I'm
holdin' out / for somethin' better. I figure,/ fuck it,/ while I'm at it,/ why not just shoot my
buddy,/ take his job / and give it / to his sworn enemy,/ hike up gas prices,/ bomb a village,/
club a baby seal,/ hit the hash pipe / and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.