Plot
This is a love story about a young woman named Katie and the two men she shares her heart with, Charlie and Bobby. Katie and Bobby are high school sweet hearts with a twist of infidelity on Bobby's behalf. Katie is torn about her relationship with Bobby. She has left him in the past only to find her going back. After leaving him a second time, she finds herself unwilling to open her heart to another man, until a Christmas party has her meeting, Charlie. Charlie is also no stranger to a broken heart, until he meets, Katie. Charlie and Katie begin their courtship, but Bobby wants her back. Katie is torn with her love for both men. Charlie gets diagnosed with a terminal illness and Katie must decide who she loves more. Who will Katie choose? Will Charlie survive? Will Bobby win her heart back? How will it end?
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In late November 1999, masses are descending upon Seattle for the World Trade Organization (WTO) Conference, the first ever held on American soil. Beyond the several delegates, career protesters are also coming to Seattle, they who believe the non-elected organization only exists to support corporate interests at the expense of the poor, working class and the environment among other things. Before the conference, the lead known protesters vow that their demonstrations will be peaceful, while Seattle Mayor Jim Tobin promises that if that be the case that no arrests will be made and no aggressive action, such as the use of tear gas, will be issued. On day one of the conference, tensions on both sides escalate the confrontation between police and protesters, with many innocent people caught in the crossfire. As such, what was promised ends up not happening during the remainder of the conference, where many on both sides work not for the greater good of their side, but rather for their own personal interests because of their experience on day one. These battles outside the official conference are not the only ones happening in Seattle, as many of the conference delegates, such as Doctors Without Borders and those from some of the poorer nations, try to get across the point of many of the protesters - albeit in a more diplomatic method - while seemingly ignored by those in the upper echelon of the organization.
Keywords: 1990s, activist, anarchism, anarchist, anti-capitalism, anti-globalization, anti-imperialist, arrest, based-on-true-story, beating
The whole world is watching
Six lives, six battles, one city.
Django: Teamsters and turtles together! Come on, Teamsters and turtles together!
Jay: I don't blame you. I mean, I do, but... Shit, you're not the problem. You're just doing your job, i guess. The people I'm really trying to fight are the ones who destroy so much, and they hurt so many lives. Not just one. Literally, millions. And no one ever points a gun at them. You know, they just seem so, unaccountable. Untouchable. Just seems kind of fucked that you're... You and me are the ones that have to fight each other.
Mayor Jim Tobin: Be tough on your issues but be gentle on my town.
Jealousy, Seduction, Deception - One night can change your life forever!
Plot
From the opening shot of a Jurassic Park-esque reptilian eye, you know you're in for a wild ride. As Mick "Crocodile" Dundee sits in a canoe sharpening his famous knife, a monstrous croc hides somewhere in the deep. Suddenly, it attacks, tearing Mick's boat to pieces and leaving him and mate Jacko up a tree. Life for Mick can only get easier, right? When Mick arrives at home, he discovers longtime companion Sue's newspaper-mogul father has called, and needs her help on an article at the paper's Los Angeles branch. Mick, who recognizes his importance in the modernizing bush is now no more than as a tourist attraction, agrees to join her, and together Mick, Sue, and son Mikey head for the wild country of L.A. Here the adventure truly begins, as Mick and Jacko brave a cowboy bar where the horsemen are of a different color, and a Hollywood film party where everyone seems interested in Mick's mate Malcolm "Mal" Gibson's colorful exploits. Soon, Sue's article leads to a sleazy film producer, so Mick gets a job as a monkey wrangler at his studio, where his investigation uncovers some very sketchy goings-on.
Keywords: adventurer, australia, australian, australian-aborigine, australian-abroad, australian-outback, australian-stereotype, beach, beverly-hills-california, boat
He heard there was wildlife in L.A. He didn't know how wild.
The Wendy's Girl: Welcome to Wendy's. How may I help you?::Mick "Crocodile" Dundee: Good evening, Wendy!
Mikey Dundee: Do people like rats here?
Miss Mathis: Your son says that you're a hunter, and that you hunt and kill crocodiles.::Mick "Crocodile" Dundee: Aw, geez he should know better than that, Crocodiles are protected. I don't kill them, I catch them alive.::Miss Mathis: [amazed] Oh!::Mick "Crocodile" Dundee: Don't you worry. There'll be no more fibs.
Sue Charleton: So did he behave?::Mick "Crocodile" Dundee: Oh, yeah he was no trouble.::Sue Charleton: Not you. I was talking to Mikey!
Mick "Crocodile" Dundee: [just before leaving curator's office, he notices a painting] Who painted this?::Curator: Pablo Picasso.::Mick "Crocodile" Dundee: I'm a drinkin' man myself, but I've never been *that* wasted.
[Driving into Wendy's Drive-Thru]::Mick "Crocodile" Dundee: Now, you pick out what you want on that menu there. Then you yell it out into that box. Then in 2 minutes, you're scoffing it down, without even getting out of the car.::Jacko: So, you can eat like a pig... and nobody can see you. [winks] Clever buggers, these yanks.
Mick "Crocodile" Dundee: Couldn't you just buy the actual paintings?::Phil: Maybe for a big motion picture like Mission Impossible 3. But I haven't seen Tom Cruise around the set, have you?::Mick "Crocodile" Dundee: [thinking] Tom Cruise... what's he look like?::Phil: [confused] Like Tom Cruise...... Geez Mick, where you born in a cave?::Mick "Crocodile" Dundee: Yeah! How'd you know that?::Phil: Never mind.
[After foiling some gangsters who try to mug them]::Mick "Crocodile" Dundee: Now I know why they call L.A. 'The city on wheels'.::Jacko: Why's that?::Mick "Crocodile" Dundee: Well they don't even get out of there car to mug ya.
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In the South of the United States are taking place confrontations between two groups of students who have different ideas and are not able to accept the one of the opponent.
Keywords: african-american, college, directed-by-co-star, feud, historically-black-college, interracial, two-word-title, written-and-directed-by-cast-member
Grady: In life, there are times to be quiet, to shut the fuck up. This is one of those times.
Julian Eaves: You talk more shit than a little bit.
Monroe: Learn to articulate, you juvenile delinquent!
Wanna Be's: You're just a jig-a-boo, tryin' to find somethin' to do!
Jig-A-Boo's: Well, you're a wanna-be, wanna be better than me!
Julian Eaves: Half-Pint, how tall are you?::Half-Pint: Five feet, five inches.::Julian Eaves: You are a five foot, five inch piece of shit.
Dap: [shouts] Wake up!
Leeds: Now I bet you niggers do think y'all white. College don't mean shit. Y'all niggers, and you gonna be niggers forever... just like us. Niggers.::Dap: You're not niggers.
Rachel Meadows: [as the "Jiggaboos" and the "Wannabes" encounter each other in the hallway] The word is "Excuse me."::Jane Toussaint: No one told you to stand in the hall, either. "Excuse me."::Rachel Meadows: That's better, Ms. Thing.::Doris Witherspoon: [as Jane turns and flips her hair] It's not real!::Dina: [as the Jiggaboos laugh] Say what?::Lizzie Life: You heard::Rachel Meadows: It... ain't... even... real.::Jane Toussaint: You wish you had hair like this.::Doris Witherspoon: Girl, you know you weren't even born with blue eyes!::Lizzie Life: That's right. Blue contact lenses.::Dina: They're just jealous!::Rachel Meadows: Jealous?::Jane Toussaint: Rachel! I've been watching you look at Julian. You're not slick.::Rachel Meadows: If that was true, he wasn't much to look at. [Snaps fingers]::Doris Witherspoon: Mmm-hmm. Tell her, girl!::Jane Toussaint: Picaninny!::Doris Witherspoon: Barbie doll!::Rachel Meadows: High-yellow heifer!::Dina: Tar baby!::Lizzie Life: Wannabe white!::Kim: Jiggaboo!::Rachel Meadows: Don't start!::Jane Toussaint: We're gonna finish it!
The given name Eric is derived from the Old Norse name Eiríkr (or Eríkr in Eastern Scandinavia due to monophthongization). The first element, ei- is derived either from the older Proto-Norse *aina(z) meaning "one" or "alone" or from Proto-Norse *aiwa(z) meaning "ever" or "eternal". The second element -ríkr derives either from *rík(a)z meaning "ruler" or "prince" (cf. Gothic reiks) or from an even older Proto-Germanic *ríkiaz which meant "powerful" and "rich". The name is thus usually taken to mean "one ruler" or "eternal ruler" or "ever powerful," etc.
The most common spelling in Scandinavia is Erik. In Norway, another form of the name (which has kept the Old Norse diphthong) Eirik is also commonly used. In Finland, the form Erkki is also used. The modern Icelandic version is Eiríkur, while the modern Faroese version is Eirikur. Éric is used in French, and in Germany Eric, Erik and Erich are used.
Although the name was in use in Anglo-Saxon Britain, its use was reinforced by Scandinavian settlers arriving before the Norman Invasion. It was an uncommon name in England until the Middle Ages, when it gained popularity, and finally became a common name in the 19th century. This was partly because of the publishing of the novel Eric, or, Little by Little by Frederick William Farrer in 1858.
Lyrics: Jones & Winn
Music: Jones & Winn
Appears on Where'd You Get That Vibe?.
Lyrics:
I got a friend named Eric
Used to play that mean guitar
Played that guitar
While he was laying beneath the stars
Looking up to the wind he'd say
"My girlfriend it's for you"
Philosophy is all grand
But all good is not the truth
We can make a movie
In it, you can be the star
Bobby, Bobby could be your brother
He could play guitar
We can say we'll lose the beat
And I'll get the rhythm list
My friend Eric turned into such a fine mess
He used to take medicine
It used to make him sick
He would have to leave his place
And make a big trip
A road trip to Bahama Beach
With palm babies in the sun
He'd just go tasting all those juices
Licking some of that fun
He says now
"Brother lets go down under the board walk
You bring the cocoa oil
I'll bring the soda pop
I'll fall in love that girl-
She's dancing in the sun"
His name is E-R-I-C
He's so high he's so fly
He says come on
Oh, Eric used to play guitar
On Wednesday nights
And the gypsy blues would sing
Well he made me think
It made me want to play
Yeah, my friend Eric
Was a damn good player on the guitar
Why his guitar would sing
And the gypsy blues, they would reign
He says now
"Bobby I must get back to see my Pa
He's sad and lonely
Tells me 'Boy you're my only star'
Don't sweat it
I'll be back in three weeks time or less
My name is E-R-I-C
Badlees, The
The Unfortunate Result Of Spare Time
The Unfunny
Just be clever for clever's sake, starin' at the ceiling into shadow-fakes
The circle-smokes in the ladies room only got you as far as the roles assumed
A glimpse of the perfect crime is just a reverie away
Whadaya say we hang there a while for expediency's sake?
And fantasize the great demise of the unfunny
Cut and dry, we'll bid good-bye to the unfunny
Their personality inspires like a five pound bag of fertilizer
Like living in a house with fifteen cats, you're unaware of the stench when a line goes flat
A glimpse of the perfect crime is just a reverie away
Whadaya say we hang there a while for expediency's sake?
And fantasize the great demise of the unfunny