The Guy Knows Everything (2012)

Actors

• Joe Coffey (actor)
• Sean Donohue (actor)
• Jason Fragale (writer)
• Jason Fragale (director)
• Jason Fragale (editor)
• Jason Fragale (actor)
• Ashley Wilson (actress)
• Jayvo Scott (actor)
• Michael Long (actor)
• Michael Long (producer)
• Nicole Long (producer)
• Nicole Long (actor)
• Nicole Long (costume designer)
• Sheryl Carbonell (actress)
• Reggie Peters (actor)

Genres

• Comedy
• Mystery
• Short
• Thriller

Taglines:

Question him.

Upgrade (2012)

Actors

• Jesse Garcia (actor)
• Peter Tahoe (actor)
• Daniella Alonso (producer)
• Jeff Torres (actor)
• Daniella Alonso (actress)
• Daniella Alonso (director)
• Andrew Hamrick (actor)
• Michael Sidisin Jr. (producer)
• Michael Sidisin Jr. (writer)
• Onahoua Rodriguez (actress)
• Michael Sidisin Jr. (miscellaneous crew)
• Michael Sidisin Jr. (actor)
• Piper Major (actress)
• Ervin Ross (actor)
• Piper Major (actress)

Genres

• Comedy

Taglines:

Two Broke Guys

Loaner (2009)

Actors

• Alex Castillo (actor)
• Josh Covitt (actor)
• Rosemary Alexander (actress)
• Matt Riedy (actor)
• Kevin Leung (actor)
• Jason Schmid (producer)
• Jason Schmid (writer)
• Jason Schmid (director)
• Jason Schmid (editor)
• Ken Gamble (actor)
• Antonio Farré (actor)
• Daniel Hagen (actor)
• Warren McCullough (actor)
• Jesse Warren (actor)
• Antonia Raftu (actress)

Genres

• Comedy

Taglines:

You're only in over your head when you know how deep you are.

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• The Minstrel Boy - Double Down
• The Black Velvet Band - Double Down
• The Scotsman - Double Down
• The Old Dun Cow ('macintyre') - Double Down
• Star Of The County Down - Double Down
• Twa Recruiting Sergeants - Double Down

The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you will find him;
His father's sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;"
Land of Song!" said the warrior bard,
"Tho' all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free,

Well, in a neat little town they call Belfast,
apprentice to trade I was bound
Many an hours sweet happiness, have I spent in that
neat little town
A sad misfortune came over me, which caused me to stray
from the land
Far away from my friends and relations, betrayed by the
black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll down Broadway, meaning not long for to
stay
When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid comes
a tripping along the highway
She was both fair and handsome, her neck it was just
like a swans
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a
black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, and a
gentleman passing us by
Well I knew she meant the doing of him, by the look in
her roguish black eye
A goldwatch she took from his pocket and placed it
right in to my hand
And the very first thing that I said was bad luck to
the black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
Before the judge and the jury, next morning I had to
appear
The judge he says to me: "Young man, your case it is
proven clear
We'll give you seven years penal servitude, to be spent
faraway from the land
Far away from your friends and companions, betrayed by
the black velvet band"
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
So come all you jolly young fellows a warning take by
When you are out on the town me lads, beware of them
pretty colleens
For they feed you with strong drink, "Oh yeah", 'til
you are unable to stand
And the very next thing that you'll know is you've
landed in Van Diemens Land
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder

Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar on evening fair
And one could tell by how we walked that he drunk more
than his share
He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet
Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the
street
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the
street
About that time two young and lovely maids just happend
And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the
kilt
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the
kilt
They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could
Lifted up his kilt about an inch or two so they could
And there behold, for them to see, beneath his Scottish
skirt
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his
birth
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his
birth
They marveled for a moment, then one said we must be
gone
Let's leave a present for our friend, before we move
along
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon, tied into a bow
Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and
show
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and
show
Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled
towards a tree
Behind a bush, he lift his kilt and gawks at what he
tehn did see
And in a startled voice he says to what's before his
eyes.
O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won
first prize
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won

Some friends and I in a public house
Was playing a game of chance one night
When into the pub a fireman ran
His face all a chalky white.
"What's up", says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost,
Or have you seen your Aunt Mariah?"
"Me Aunt Mariah be buggered!", says he,
"The bleedin' pub's on fire!"
And there was Brown upside down
Lappin'' up the whiskey on the floor.
"Booze, booze!" The firemen cried
As they came knockin' on the door (clap clap)
Oh don't let 'em in till it's all drunk up
And somebody shouted MacIntyre! MACINTYRE!
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.
"Oh well," says Brown, "What a bit of luck.
Everybody follow me.
And it's down to the cellar
If the fire's not there
Then we'll have a grand old spree."
So we went on down after good old Brown
The booze we could not miss
And we hadn't been there ten minutes or more
Till we were quite pissed.
Then, Smith walked over to the port wine tub
And gave it just a few hard knocks (clap clap)
Started takin' off his pantaloons
Likewise his shoes and socks.
"Hold on, " says Brown, "that ain't allowed
Ya cannot do that thing here.
Don't go washin' trousers in the port wine tub
When we got Guinness beer."
Then there came from the old back door
The Vicar of the local church.
And when he saw our drunken ways,
He began to scream and curse.
"Ah, you drunken sods! You heathen clods!
You've taken to a drunken spree!
You drank up all the Benedictine wine
And you didn't save a drop for me!"
And then there came a mighty crash
Half the bloody roof caved in.
We were almost drowned in the firemen's hose
But still we were gonna stay.
So we got some tacks and some old wet sacks
And we nailed ourselves inside
And we sat drinking the finest Rum
Till we were bleary-eyed.
Later that night, when the fire was out
We came up from the cellar below.
Our pub was burned. Our booze was drunk.
Our heads was hanging low.
"Oh look", says Brown with a look quite queer.
Seems something raised his ire.
"Now we gotta get down to Murphy's Pub,

In Banbridge Town near the County Down
One morning last July,
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen,
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet, from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair.
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I was standin' there.
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay,
And from Galway to Dublin Town,
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down.
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
And I looked with a feeling rare.
And I says, says I, to a passer-by,
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
He smiled at me, and he said, said he,
"She's the gem of Ireland's crown,
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the Star of the County Down."
Chorus
I've traveled a bit but was never smit
Since my roving career began.
But fair and square, I surrendered there
To the charms of Rose McCann.
I'd a heart to let, and no tenant yet
Had I met in a shawl or gown.
But in she went, and I asked no rent
From the Star of the County Down.
Chorus
At the crossroads fair, I'll be surely there,
So I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
For a smile from my nut-brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke,
'Til my plough is a rust-colored brown,
'Til a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the Star of the County Down.

Twa Recruitin’ Sergeants
Twa recruiting sergeants came fra the Black Watch
Tae markets and fairs, some recruits for tae catch
But a’ that they ‘listed was forty and twa:
Enlist my bonnie laddie an’ come awa
Chorus: And it’s over the mountain and over the main
Through Gibraltar, to France and Spain
Pit a feather tae your bonnet, and a kilt aboon
your knee
Enlist my bonnie laddie and come awa with
Oh laddie ye dinna ken the danger that yer in
If yer horses was to fleg, and yer owsen was to rin
This greedy ole farmer, he wouldna pay yer fee
Sae list my bonnie laddie and come awa wi’ me
(Chorus)
With your tattie porin’s and yer meal and kale,
Yer soor sowan’ soorin’s and yer ill-brewed ale,
Yer buttermilk, yer whey, and yer breid fired raw
Sae list my bonnie laddie and come awa
(Chorus)
And its into the barn and out o’ the byre
This ole farmer, he thinks ye never tire
It’s slavery a’ yer life, a life o’ low degree
Sae list my bonnie laddie and come awa with me
(Chorus)
O laddie if ye’ve got a sweetheart an’ a bairn,
Ye’ll easily get rid o’ that ill-spun yarn
Twa rattles o’ the drum aye and that’ll pay it a’
Sae list my bonnie laddie and come awa.