[Meg turns right back around and walks out.]
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Yeh Eric, that's a pretty big revelation here. I watch it annually. It definitely still holds up.
"Not with three he can't!"
Or my favorite line, when Hooper gets angry that Quint is pushing the boat too much, and Quint just screams back, "Garjgyhaghhg!"
Classic.
My favorite bit is when Roy Scheider says, "I think that we should get a larger boat."
Great line.
My favorite exchange:
Hooper: [trying to get the fishing line secure] It may be a marlin or a stingray... but it's definitely a game fish.
[Hooper pulls as the lines snaps and he crashes his head into the wall]
Quint: [picking up the line] Gamin' fish, eh? Marlin? Stingray? Bit through this piano wire? Don't you tell me my business again! You get back on the bridge...
Hooper: Quint, that doesn't prove a damn thing!
Quint: Well it proves one thing, Mr. Hooper. It proves that you wealthy college boys don't have the education enough to admit when you're wrong.
[Quint enters the cabin as Hooper makes faces at him]
Brody: [following Quint inside the boat] What's the point? Hooks and lines...
Quint: [slams on the roof at Hooper] Hooper! 12 minutes south south east now, full throttle!
Hooper: [Mocking Pirate Voice] Aye, aye, sir! AYE JIMBOY ARAGHHH!
When I want to watch Jaws but don't have the fully allotted time, I start at them loading the boat and heading out for the hunt.
Are we talking about that one fisherman movie dads watch on TCM every 4th of July?
I wonder what the Taxi Driver script had originally for that scene. It seems like it'd be pretty tough for a screenwriter to not write in any dialog for a guy posing with his gun in front of a mirror, practicing the mechanism.
From what I remember, that Taxi Driver scene was also improvised.
Here you go. Schrader only wrote the VO.
Quote:
As the CAMERA reaches the end of its track, it finds TRAVIS,
standing, his shirt open, but the mattress. He is wearing
the empty holster, and the .44 is in his hand.
In the SHOTS that follow TRAVIS gives the audience a lesson
in gunmanship:
TRAVIS practices fast-drawing the .38 Special from his
holster and firing it.
He hooks the .44 into his pants behind his back and practices
withdrawing it. He holds the .44 firmly at an arm's length,
tightening his forearm muscles.
He has worked out a system of metal gliders taped to his
inner forearm, whereby the Colt .25 can rest hidden behind
the upper forearm until a spring near the elbow is activated,
sending the .25 flying down the gliders into his palm. He
has cut open his shirt to accomodate the gun mechanism and
now checks in the mirror to see how well the gun is hidden.
He straps an Army combat knife to his calf and cuts a slit
in his jeans where the knife can be pulled out quickly.
He now tries on various combinations of shirts, sweater and
jacket in front of the mirror to see how well he can hide
all the handguns he wishes to carry. Finally, wearing two
western shirts, a sweater and jacket, he manages to obscure
the location of all three guns, although he resembles a
hunter bundled up against the Arctic winter.
He sits at the table dum-dumming the .44 bullets -- cutting
"x's" across the bullet heads.
P.O.V.: he scans the objects of his room through the scope
of the .38.
TRAVIS stands in the middle of his apartment, staring at his
PALANTINE wall. His eyes are glazed with introspection; he
sees nothing but himself.
TRAVIS (V.O.)(CONTD)
Listen you screwheads: Here is a
man ...
TRAVIS lies on his mattress, all bundled up in his shirts,
sweater, jacket and guns. His face is turned toward the
ceiling, but his eyes are closed. Although the room is
flooded with light, he is finally catching some sleep.
62.
The big furry animal drifts into his own world.
TRAVIS (V.O.)(CONTD)
... who wouldn't take it any more,
a man who stood up against the
scum, the cunts, the dogs, the
filth. Here is ...
(voice trails off)
C.U. of diary: entry ends with words "Here is" followed by
erratic series of dots.
Ah, voiceover makes sense in the mind of a screenwriter.
Thanks.
I don't know how many Canucks are still around here (off the top of my head, Henry and meg?) but a happy 150 to y'all.
Everybody in Toronto is freaking out over a giant rubber duck. I don't understand any of it.
Thanks! I'm not much of a Canada Day guy, but people went nuts up here.
Jesus christ, it's just celebrities singing in a car.
Can't believe Michael McKean didn't get nominated
Sometimes... I love the internet.
http://gizmodo.com/a-melted-duck-has...let-1797061479
This is a weird question, but...
okay, two people close to me believe that 9/11 was an inside job. From everything I've read on the subject, I don't believe this. I don't think the evidence ever goes beyond "suggestive." Because they're close to me, I also don't want to be condescending or not at least consider their perspective. For now, the operating idea is to just not bring it up when talking with them and change the subject if at all possible.
So are there any good resources anyone would know of that make useful arguments in favor of "9/11 was an inside job"?
Again, feel super-weird, may not even follow up, because there are so many hours in a life, but I'm trying to understand.