Hello Herman (2011)

Actors

• Jeff Beal (composer)
• Kimberley Roper (miscellaneous crew)
• Alan Pao (producer)
• Norman Reedus (actor)
• Amy Arter (miscellaneous crew)
• Corey Large (producer)
• Andy McPhee (actor)
• Martha Higareda (actress)
• Heather Casterlin (miscellaneous crew)
• Rob Estes (actor)
• Danny Rodriguez (producer)
• Alan Pietruszewski (actor)
• Libertad Green (actress)
• Dominic Bogart (actor)
• John Bobek (actor)

Genres

• Drama

Oh-My-God-Frances (1997)

Actors

• Scott McKinley (writer)
• Scott McKinley (producer)
• Scott McKinley (actor)
• Tom Fitzpatrick (actor)
• Tom Fitzpatrick (actor)
• Jeff Whitaker (actor)
• Martin Matamoros (actor)
• Martin Matamoros (actor)
• Jeff Whitaker (actor)
• Thomas Duffy (producer)
• Thomas Duffy (director)
• Cathy Carlton (actress)
• Sam Strong (actor)
• Sam Strong (actor)
• Margaret Samp (editor)

Genres

• Drama
• Fantasy
• Horror
• Short

Lax Filmography

• Neoleres
  2011, role: producer
• Neoleres
  2011, role: director

Lax Filmography

• Neoleres
  2011, role: actor , character name: Lakis Pelivanidis

LAX

Harley Random is an ambitious, take-charge runway chief based at LAX, the 5th busiest airport in the world. Harley is frequently confronted by her rival, terminal boss Roger De Souza, as each jockeys to be named the new director of the airport while working together to solve everything from bomb scares, to VIP arrivals, drunken pilots and roaming pets. Rounding out this group of airport staff are Tony, the suave Airline Passenger Coordinator, who does his best to sooth frazzled nerves; Customs Agent Betty, who along with Immigration Officer Nick and LAPD Officer Henry Engels help keep the airport safe in an increasingly complicated world.

Cast

• Heather Locklear
• Blair Underwood
• Paul Leyden
• Frank John Hughes
• Wendy Hoopes
• David Paetkau
• Sasha Barrese
• Chane't Johnson
• Joel David Moore
• Ethan Rains
• Octavia Spencer
• Dominic Rains
• Chad Todhunter
• Nicki Aycox
• Sahar Bibiyan
• Jason Gedrick
• Eric Lange
• Brooke Marie Bridges
• Sharon Leal
• Kirsten Vangsness
• Nestor Serrano
• Atavia Crockett
• Phillip Gramm

• Season 1
• Episode 1: Pilot
  USA...
• Episode 2: Finnegan Again, Begin Again
  When a coffin arriving as baggage on an in-bound flight from Grenada is discovered to contain a livi...
• Episode 3: The Longest Morning
  On his way home from a conference in Sacramento with a quick jaunt to Las Vegas, Roger begins to sus...
• Episode 4: Credible Threat
  When LAX receives word from Homeland Security that a credible threat has put the airport on high ale...
• Episode 5: Abduction
  Amani, a recently divorced Arab-American woman, flees her country with her son when her Egyptian hus...
• Episode 6: Unscheduled Arrivals
  It's a stressful day at LAX when Alonso Mathers, with Federal Traffic and Safety, arrives for a surp...
• Episode 7: Out of Control
  When a disgruntled air traffic controller on suspension decides to make his return to the airport ah...
• Episode 8: The Pictures to Prove It
  Harley and Roger place the airport under security lock-down as the baby-sit a group of FBI agents an...
• Episode 9: Thanksgiving
  USA...
• Episode 10: Secret Santa
  When a fugitive Santa Claus wanted for armed robbery leads police on a high speed chase concluding a...
• Episode 11: Cease & Assist
  An African political activist who was wrongly convicted of murder arrives at LAX to board a flight w...
• Episode 12: Mixed Signals
  USA...
• Episode 13: Senator's Daughter
  USA...

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• LAX - Snoop Dogg
• LAX - Xzibit
• LAX - Big D & The Kids Table
• LAX - Hawk Nelson
• LAX - Brazzaville
• LAX - Q And Not U
• LAX - Q & Not U
• LAX - Hot Snakes
• Stop Drop Roll - Lax
• Ride Like This - Lax
• Beach Girl - Lax

"Oh... Cali?
"No doubt"
"LAX"
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby" -
West West y'all, pile it on your plate
A little somethin' somethin' from the Golden State
Nah, we ain't like Kobe and Shaq
It's Magic and Kareem nigga, Showtime is back
True legends, two steppin' on you peasants
What y'all thought, y'all gon' need bout two vests'
Cause we he plug, I plug
Mixed shot with the slug, listen here cuh
when I dig dug - play slick and get stuck
But don't play tough boy, go and get it up
Hey yo Cube, tell me this
Why half of the homies gettin' worked by a bitch?
Then they fall in love and get hurt by a bitch
Nine months later cause got mirked by a bitch
See I'm just a nigga that ya don't wanna
Reverse the game on her, put the bitch on a corner
Welcome to California
"LAX"
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
"LAX"
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
(Welcome to Cali)
"LAX"
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
(Welcome to Cali)
"LAX"
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
(Welcome to Cali)
Come hit the town, drop down nigga
L-A-X, top down nigga
I'm scoopin' you up, ya rollin' or what?
I know what ya came for, I'm rollin' it up
Snoop Dogg nigga, y'all hold up
Never thought Ice Cube would show up
But I'm in the studio gettin' fucked up
with a beat from Battlecat, a nigga lucked up
I got my hustle down, look and learn
See how a hot nigga, cook and burn
A nigga earn like David Stern
mixed with Big Worm when he off that sherm
Now - bust a u-turn, come by your hood
For motherfuckers that think I went Hollywood
Pick a Coast, it got to be the West
I live out there, from the W.S. nigga
"LAX"
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
"LAX"
(Welcome to Cali)
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
"LAX"
(Welcome to Cali)
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
"LAX"
(Welcome to Cali)
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
Fell asleep on the plane, and so did he
Woke up chillin' in the LBC
I grew up in the HNC
But that ain't what I turned out to be
Understand me that I'm still a G
who ain't never spent a day in the penitentiary
Now I'm rappin' with Snoop D-O double-G
And got the whole fuckin' world nigga lovin' me
Yep yep, they love him to death
Cause he walk under water, without gettin' wet
Roll through the neighborhood without gettin' checked
So gone and so blown, are we there yet?
You wonder why I got the S on my chest
cause I'm a motherfuckin' vet from the Wild Wild West
I used to sing "Bennie and the Jets"
Nigga so boss now I sip Henny on my jets
From the East back to the West
"LAX"
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
"LAX"
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
(Welcome to Cali)
"LAX"
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"
(Welcome to Cali)
"LAX"
"Oh... Cali?"
"No doubt baby"

You better get ready for the war
It's so frustratin, so many hatin
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain't waitin, there's no escapin
You better get ready for the war
A shotgun fanatic, who right back at it
You get, mopped and dropped like a filthy habit
X, snatch and grab it, got you hopin I fail
Cause if I fail you'd be happy like a faggot in jail
I'm full retail, guaranteed to sell
In my jet black McClaren with my mademoiselle
I'm strong-arm steady, you fragile and frail
You think you ready for them steady niggaz? I can't tell
Sex sells so fuck you all, we came to bubble and ball
You getting shutd own soon as I touch down
Bust rounds, enemies slayed and cut down
Fully automatic spittin rounds with no sound
Break down your whole regime, like an M-16
Make sure the chamber in the barrel is clean
And the spring that's connected to the firin pin
That's connected to the trigger when I squeeze it again, begin
Look ma top of the world, the best of the best
King California, L-A-X
Out the hood, in the penthouse, from the projects
One man, one gun, how the West was won - sing!
Hit like a heavyweight, breathe deep, meditate
Make the whole crowd get loud, make 'em levitate
I ride through my city like a presidential candidate
L-A-X, Phantom double-R, and accelerate
Stack build elevate, crash through the prison gate
Generation hate, appetite to eliminate
X-Man don't spit rhymes, I ventilate
Traffic contraband, yeah banned through the interstate
Got a sick flow - didn't know? Let me demonstrate
Renovate the game, new nigga that you love to hate
The left hand lands and the right hand devastates
Half part of your face replaced with a metal plate
Irate, get snatched to a better place
Let the detached decorate with the yellow tape
Detonate, drop bombs, make the earth shake
In Brazil with a half mill' in the briefcase

hey, elitists from L.A.: Los Angeles, CA
you know who you are. you drive in fancy cars. your allowance exceeds my rent. listen to what i have to say, remind
yourselves every day. 'cos theres a message on the way
well first of all, fuck your fucking attitudes. how can you be so fucking rude. you fucking look at me like when girls are
jealous. and fuck your fucking L.A. bars, you're all a bunch of wannabe superstars. yea, fuck your fucking act, you're a
bunch of dressed up fucking rats. you get anything you want, mommy's dressed up fucking runt. you're fucking lounging in
daddy's fucking mansion. and all your fucking stupid names, blair and tatus that's fucking lame. z.a.c. does not spell zack,
what the fuck is with all that?
you think you're so fucking impressive, if you get your name on a fucking guest list, raise your nose to the people in
line, give the doorman a fucking high five.
and they go: do my shoes match my shirt? does the shirt clash with my pants? do my pants match my eyes? do my eyes look
good tonight? will this place be cool enough? your hair looks oh so tough. this looks so good for us. tonight my moneys
gunna buy me love.
and fuck all of your deceiving what your fake heart fake fucking bleeding. and all the girls you lay on your mat, are the
same girls you fucking laugh at. and fuck your fucking fake ass world, and all your handed out fucking thrills. some of us
we have to work hard, just to get our little part. and maybe your clan is not in boston, but my friends are fucking awesome.
and we'll keep on doing our best, even though our lives are a mess.
and we go: will this check support this tour? will this tour lose my job? without my job, where's the rent? should we all
just call it quits? a dinner date sure costs a lot. when 28 bucks is all you got. and your life is at a stop. and all your
dreams are all self-taught.
And this is the difference between our lives. no wonder tonight you feel alright. and i'm sorry if my mind is occupied, i'm
trying to forget to wonder why.

i hate airports, i know they hate me
i know they jade me and that's my point
i hate airports, i know they hate me
i know they jade me and that's my point
i hate airports, i know they hate me
i know they jade me and that's my point
i hate airports, i know they hate me
i know they jade me and that's my point
lax to bna
a layover in ord
tsa, you're too extreme

LAX in a runway motel
We just got off the phone
You didn't seem very well
At 5 years old I had no place to go
But you took me in
And you gave me a home
The planes fly
overhead
While I smoke
Too many cigarettes in bed
It rained last night 'bout a quarter to 2
I was lyin' awake
Just thinkin' 'bout you
A summer wind blowin' in off the sea
Full of childhood smells
And aquamarine

i found some teeth in the street, whatever that means.
smell the flesh in the air. however i care.
plans and bodies.
new terror, loose graves.
change the code to discreet.
forever that means trace events of the day beyond mind's means.
trained in body.
non territory non days.
face the road to deceit together stain scenes.
erase back drop of concrete unsustained dreams.
holy/unholy.
win terror lose grace.
untrained eye on the street lost and eye on the street.
war drums drumming.
nude terror new days.
i'll take the blame and not the blood.
i'll learn the shame and not the faces.
turn our bodies into objects.
just meat to fill the plans.
life everlasting, or eternal relationships, or whatever that means and no answers.
get over, get over, get over.
count the numbers not the names.
weigh the corpse but not the faces.
turn our bodies into objects.
just the blood out in the rain.
numbers and the names.
all our blood and all our faces.
left the shit out in the rain.
turned abject hatred into love.
life everlasting, or eternal relationships, or whatever that means and infinite get over, get over, get over.
the war drums drum.
to find the teeth in the street, what does that mean?
untrained eyes on the street ever after.
war drums drumming.

i found some teeth in the street, whatever that means.
smell the flesh in the air. however i care.
plans and bodies.
new terror, loose graves.
change the code to discreet.
forever that means trace events of the day beyond
mind's means.
trained in body.
non territory non days.
face the road to deceit together stain scenes.
erase back drop of concrete unsustained dreams.
holy/unholy.
win terror lose grace.
untrained eye on the street lost and eye on the street.
war drums drumming.
nude terror new days.
i'll take the blame and not the blood.
i'll learn the shame and not the faces.
turn our bodies into objects.
just meat to fill the plans.
life everlasting, or eternal relationships, or whatever
that means and no answers.
get over, get over, get over.
count the numbers not the names.
weigh the corpse but not the faces.
turn our bodies into objects.
just the blood out in the rain.
numbers and the names.
all our blood and all our faces.
left the shit out in the rain.
turned abject hatred into love.
life everlasting, or eternal relationships, or whatever
that means and infinite get over, get over, get over.
the war drums drum.
to find the teeth in the street, what does that mean?
untrained eyes on the street ever after.

Jet propulsion
Jet propelled
Jet compulsion
Jet compelled
Jet compulsion
Jet compelled
Het the runway

I know it's getting late, but this just couldn't waitI put a come on over message on your myspacewe need to chop it up, before it goes any furtherNow your kidding wait a minute.I hear you hanging round, outside my window now.I should've let you in but there's so much to talk aboutYou know Im never this way, but I feel it when were face to faceMan it's getting hot in here, happens everytime that you are nearthink we need to stop...drop...rollGotta take it slow, cause you know I aint about to go there.its just the two of us, now this is serious.I like you more than just a little, and it's too muchturn up the radio a temporary distraction, now I don't know how this happened,So whyd you have to go and get me all twistedAnd all the while im thinking I could not resist itIm tryna hold back, but I don't know if I can. Man it's getting hot in here, happens everytime that you are nearthink we need to stop...drop...rollGotta take it slow, cause you know I ain't about to go there.I think we, should hold out, and not let it go,have I ever been the type of girl to lose controlbut when you, you get that, you get that close, what am I suppose to do when your next to meand I want you, Temperature is risingMan it's getting hot in here, happens everytime that you are nearthink we need to stop...drop...rollGotta take it slow, cause you know I aint about to go there.Man it's getting hot in here, happens everytime that you are nearthink we need to stop...drop...rollGotta take it slow, cause you know I aint about to go there.

[Jazzy phae]
Ladys and Gentlmen!(gentlmen,gentlmen,gentlmen) ladies and gentlmen! (gentlmen gentlmen gentlmen gentlmen )
You are now tuned into the very best!(the very best)
Of jazzy pha zao prductions!
LAX in the building ! LAX in the building! one recordings!
They aint never seen us ride like this!
[Spank B]
Step off the plane-they know my name-LAX on the chain distortin the game-got the bentley candy painted super sport frame-
Horse power untained im holdin the raynes-Spank gotta 6'4 blew the wits hydro folks fit
Hit the switch (zut zut)
My chevy know a lot of tricks
I ride duce dubs all the way to 26-
Now ride the whip you aint seen one like this-
She like dang your roof swade
You know i seen you switchin lanes in your coop mayne-
See the way your chain hang i know your doin thangs
And you roll wit jazze phae
Dat must mean it's a bang-
[chorus]
When i pull up in the chevy sittin heavy on tires-
5 screens inside-and my doors butterfly girl stop-cause you aint seen a ride like this
Girl stop-cause you aint seen a ride like this
You know you wanna holla-i know you wanna ride-
5 screens inside-and my doors butterfly girl stop-cause you aint seen a ride like this girl stop-cause you aint seen a ride like this
[Poke]
When i pull up and my feet touch ground my wheels go round my wheels go round
Its me Poke as my bro
Man lot of karrats in my ice but i aint the snow man-
Pills bentley-yeah that's the dough baker I burry pills now im the bread maker the phantom car sittin on now and laters
The hardest bar so you can ride it now or later im in the coop wit a chick she a hot one not ols enogh to drive so im ridein shot gun
Say you wanna playa wit some money well i got some
You aint tryna ride babygirl i got op-tions
[CHORUS]
[Zay Zay]
Everybody love the whips so popular-candy painted 28's what you lookin for
Its so hard to see me up in that lamborgini-dimond grill girl stop you aint seen this before
Chick please-you aint seen me ridin around chick freeze-if you see me ride in your town
You know i stay wit the carz-the carz stay wit the broads-
The broads stay wit the dogs-the dogs stay wit the
They get kicked out they car
I keep a whip wit rims that be outta state people say that's him wit that amazin thing
Ya boy Zay from LA wit the chevrolet i got the doors up it look like imma fly away

Mamita
I'll be ya papi
Senorita
I'm a mid day beach girl, a laid back in
a two piece girl
I'm a straw in a coconut girl, when the boys look they look
twice.
Walk to the beach with my flip flops on,
got to the sand
and i took them off,find my spot and lay out my towel,
winked at the boy and
he cracked a smile,wipe myself down with tanning lotion,
feel the breeze
from the ocean,
close my eyes and it's like I'm floating,
everything moving in slow motion.
Lover's holdin hands
this is paradise
Oh how sexy I
feel...under the blue skies
always somethin' new
always beautiful
always
mellow and it's always,
always poppin'
(Chorus)
I'm a mid day beach girl, a laid
back in a two piece girl
I'm a straw in a coconut girl, when the boys look
they look twice.X2
They holla, there she is,there she go, there she
there she go, there she is
there she go, there she is
there she go
(I'm a mid day beach girl)
there she is
there she go, there she is
there she go,
there she is
there she go, there she is,
there she go, there she is
there she go
Peek at the top
of my sunglasses
blew him a kiss cause he given me action
may be the star of
my new attraction I guarantee the satisfaction
I'm lookin for a panama jack
(ooo)So he can oil down my back (ooo)
holla at ya girl, make the homeboys
jealous
don't you wanna lay under my umbrella
Lover's holdin
hands
this is paradise
Oh how sexy I feel...
under the blue skies
always
somethin' new
always beautiful
always mellow and it's always,
always poppin'
I'm a mid day beach girl, a laid back in a two piece girl
I'm a
straw in a coconut girl, when the boys look they look twice.
They
holla, there she is
there she go, there she is
there she go, there she
there she go, there she is
there she go (there she go)
(I'm a mid day
beach girl)
there she is
there she go, there she is
there she go, there she
there she go, there she is
there she go
oooo
Lover's holdin
hands
this is paradise
Oh how sexy I feel...
under the blue skies
always
somethin' new
always beautiful
always mellow and it's always,
always
poppin'
I'm a mid day beach girl, a laid back in a two piece girl
I'm a
straw in a coconut girl, when the boys look they look twice.X2
I'm a
mid day beach girl
da da da da da da da da
I'm a straw in a coconut girl
da da da da da da da