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1. A Sealicide Scene
2. Spirits in my Kitchen
Yeah, this is an emergency. I think there are spirits in my kitchen. … Spirits … Yeah, ghosts, spirits,
apparitions, call them what you will. The lingering souls of those no longer physically living. …
Are you giggling? … Do you giggle at all desperate women? … I did call the silly agent, but she
insisted the building was new. I told her it didn’t matter, because spirits could simply … What? …
Spirits from my hidden cupboard? ... If you’re implying I’ve been drinking, Mister, let me tell you
I’m a distinguished lady and I never drink. … Well, it all started when I invited my friend Liz; I
think she’s a black witch … You’re sending in a white witch? … OK, my address is 666 Imp Road.
… No, I’m not kidding.
3. Dressing as a Zebra
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Fred: The lion’s den?
Boss: Pull yourself together, Fred. Dressing as a zebra for shooting wild life scenes in the African
steppe is not that terrifying. And it’s a job you’ve done already, isn’t it?
Fred: I dressed as a dog at a pet shop in Devon.
Boss: Well, a leopard’s not different from a Dalmatian; just a bit more yellow.
6. A Heartless Father
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M: Marvellous argument. But Dharma’s harm was deeper than you regard it to be. She left me for
my father, and she took Bart away from me. Not to mention I still pay for her apartment and her car,
even though Bart’s working in Glasgow.
A: I know the story, Mark. But “Bart’s working in Glasgow”. When Dharma left you, he was in
kindergarten. Besides, you have Sara now.
M: Yes. Sara’s been a balm to my heart.
A: And you have forgiven your father.
M: My father? Says who? He scarred me even worse than Dharma; there’s no chance I’ll forgive
him.
A: But I just saw him talking to Sara at the park.
M: (Gradually growing desperate) My father? Talking to Sara?
A: (Hesitating) Yeah, well…
M: Get the car. (Under his breath) The heartless shark.
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good job. And she does want children. And sure, “Johnnie and Bonnie” sounds better than “Johnnie
and Constance”. But it does not follow… Hey! Knock it off!
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like a burning bush…
W: Or a mad butcher. Seriously, I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a dead woman hidden in a nook
around here.
B: Just pass me the hood.
W: This red hood? Should I play the wolf?
B: You’re pushing your luck, Woody.
W: And you’re pushing your look, Brunn.
B: (Brief pause/grinning) A dead woman in a nook, ha? Why a woman?
Louis: What do you think of these verses, Hugh: “I sing a blues to the moon,
I beg it to soothe my gloom,
The truth is to me rude,
My dreams refuse to bloom
And smoothly they become my doom”?
I thought you could write the music and…
Hugh: It’d be a truly beautiful tune.
L: You’ll do it?!
H: No.
L: Why not?
H: I have bad news for you: You’re a fool! We play classical music, not blues.
L: Well, we may include some flute melodies, a few string harmonies, perhaps some lute intro,
and…
H: And brew something new and cool which will boost our yet fruitless careers.
L: You think?
H: No. It’s not new. They have been doing this for decades. Trying voodoo would be more useful.
L: You’re rude to me, Hugh.
H: I thought “the truth” was rude to you.
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Two moves later.
15. Over-accenting
David: Good morning. I came here on Friday and made a reservation for me and my fiancée.
Sailor: Your name?
D: David Crane.
S: Crane? Crane?
D: The salesman?
S: Oh, yes. From Cambridge?
D: Exactly.
S: Well, Mr. Crane, I’m afraid it ain’t a good day to sail.
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D: Why? It’s a sunny day.
S: Yeah, but they say it’s going to rain. And this is not a lake, Mr. Crane; during a storm, the waves
can be amazingly high and dangerous.
Fiancée: I heard in channel eight that it hadn’t rained in over a month and they didn’t expect the
situation to change until May.
S: Oh, no, lady! You mustn’t trust channel eight. They hate sailors. The station’s owner was slain by
a whale and they blamed a sailor for not saving him. So now they always say it isn’t gonna rain, in
the hopes we’ll meet our fate.
D: You don’t wanna work, do you?
S: Not today. It’s Saturday.
F: It’s Wednesday.
S: Oh, it’s all the same.
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19. Lonely in Rome
Claire: I dare you to climb down the stairs wearing your hair on your eyes.
Mother: Claire! I ask you to take care of your sister, and I find you daring her to walk blind on the
stairs.
C: But she’d dared me to share my pear with Teartail.
M: You must bear in mind, Claire, that she’s not aware of the dangers yet.
C: Was aunt Ariel aware at her age?
M: Aunt Ariel?
C: Yeah, she told us you dared her to stand on a chair and dance like a bear there, while staring at
the ceiling.
M: Well, she had dared me to wear her glasses and stare at the glare of the TV. So I think it was a
fair… I mean…
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