MAN: Yes, that’s right, the complete works. No, that’s the thing. We want it typed out again. All of it. Word by word. Remember, no mistakes. You get to the end of King Lear, muck it up, you’ll have to start all over again. Control C? Control V? That would be cheating wouldn’t it? Anyway,
EXT. WHALING SHIP OUT AT SEA – DAY MAN: [VOICEOVER] After 365 days at sea, rations were running low. An eighth of a pint of rum and a pinch of bread had to suffice each morning, at least till we pulled into our next port. But no one could say when that would be. Much of the crew
INT. CROWDED BAR – NIGHT [MERV and BILL are sitting at a small table in a bar both drinking a beer when a very attractive young woman walks by, dressed in leather. Their mouths drop as she passes.] MERV: What I would give to get into her pants! BILL: Aw yeah! [MERV slips off into a daydream …]
EXT. – FUTURISTIC METROPOLIS, DAY (2075) [A MAN hangs on to the third-story corner of a large skyscraper, the only tall building in a mostly flat and green metropolis. An electric truck pulls up in a silent kind of ‘whoosh’ out front.] NARRATOR: After its long descent into depravity, things on Earth in the year 2075 had well and
EXT. BATTLEFIELD, EAST U.S. – LATE 1700s, DAY [An infantry unit of red coats gather on a wide open field. There is no sign of the Americans yet. Biding their time, they load their muskets and adjust the buttons of their uniforms (whatever they can do to look busy). A young LIEUTENANT approaches the GENERAL,
INT. EGYPTIAN PALACE – DAY [A PHARAOH paces in his palace room nervously. The sound of horns. The massive doors to the room open. Two small cats enter flanking TINKERS, a gigantic two legged hominoid cat woman twice the size of the pharaoh. Seeing Tinkers, the pharaoh promptly drops to his knees and prostrates himself on the
INT. ARTIST’S STUDIO – DAY [Knock at the door. A young woman (an ARTIST) opens the door to see a young man (a MODEL). The artist ushers him inside.] MODEL: Where do you want me? ARTIST: [She gestures for the model to take his place on the sofa on one side of the studio.] Just over there, thanks. [The artist sets
INT. PSYCHIATRIST’S OFFICE – DAY [A PSYCHIATRIST SITS BY HIS DESK, CLIPBOARD AND PEN IN HAND. THE GRIM REAPER MEANWHILE IS RECLINED ON A LEATHER COUCH.] PSYCHIATRIST: Love. GRIM REAPER: Death. PSYCHIATRIST: Good? GRIM REAPER: Death. PSYCHIATRIST: Peace. GRIM REAPER: Death. PSYCHIATRIST: Work. GRIM REAPER: Death. PSYCHIATRIST: Marriage. GRIM REAPER: Death. PSYCHIATRIST: Death? GRIM REAPER: Death. PSYCHIATRIST:
INT. APARTMENT – NIGHT [PITCH BLACK ROOM.] GIRL (V.O.): Auntie Jan? JAN (V.O.): Oh no! No! No! I sense darkness! Darkness! GIRL (V.O.): Shall I turn the light back on? JAN (V.O.): Yes please. THE END.
INT. APARTMENT, KITCHEN – DAY Toast pops up in the toaster. A young man, alone in the apartment, butters it and covers it with thick red jam. A large orange tomcat walks into the room and stops for a moment to look at the man curiously as the man puts on a set of thick oven mitts.