Ice-Cream & Whiskey (2013)

Actors

• Harwood Gordon (actor)
• Gary Jones (actor)
• Ethan Le Phong (actor)
• Brandon Morrison (actor)
• Jorge Enrique Ponce (actor)
• Sharon Diane King (actress)
• Emily Petkus (actress)
• Stephanie Roede (actress)
• Shani Vellvé (actress)
• Chris ONeill (writer)
• Chris ONeill (director)
• Jorge Enrique Ponce (director)
• Steven Lutsky (miscellaneous crew)
• David Joseph Solomon (miscellaneous crew)
• Jerome G. Villarin (miscellaneous crew)

Genres

• Comedy
• Fantasy
• Short

Men Don't Leave (1990)

Actors

• Ernesto D. Borges Jr. (actor)
• Richard Burton Brown (actor)
• Antonio M. Calderón (actor)
• David Cale (actor)
• Corey Carrier (actor)
• Kevin Corrigan (actor)
• William De Acutis (actor)
• Richard DeAngelis (actor)
• Zaid Farid (actor)
• Mark Hardwick (actor)
• Jim Haynie (actor)
• Arliss Howard (actor)
• Tom Irwin (actor)
• Jesse James (actor)
• Gerry Becker (actor)

Genres

• Drama

Quotes:

Jody: Would you like a Pelegrino?::Chris Macauley: Is that beer?::Jody: No, it's bottled mineral water.::Chris Macauley: Oh, yeah. Yeah, sure. Those are really good.::Jody: You're really sweet. I'll get you a juice.

Jody: Here's what I thought. We finish dinner and then we have desert, 'kay?::Chris Macauley: Alright.::Jody: And then after that, I take you for a drive, show you around the city.::Chris Macauley: Sure.::Jody: And after that, we come back here. And then, if we still like each other, we make love.

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• TYPEWRITER - The Fall
• TYPEWRITER - Alicia Keys
• TYPEWRITER - Dreams From Gin

(their polluted cars)
The vehicle became a molten colour and of a material yet to be discovered. Mesmerising to the occu-pants with the properties of steel, yet supple. It's tough luck on those that they happen across but then who gives a toss? The boss forgot to check the seals on the hatches next (thereby they'll grasp some sleep buy matches).
Parabola spacecraft crammed with four, infiltrated near Mars by large abundant caterpillars, full and wriggling with blind translucent round suckers and tall hairs, about my size. The back of the ship drops off.
MES: ballroom stairs, haloed red, people miming, the lyrics blasted overhead from top of them to downstairs wholesale, disc jockey between click track point oh-one-five raffling non-existent prize. All present are in league with Piccadilly Records.
Now I must act or go crackers my rest consists of sleep debt snatches
It was the day after fluke night. We eventually ended up in a guest house accommodation type hotel owned by a large betting shop chain. Ladbrokes Inc. On checking in I got into the lift and looking at the key it had three numbers on it. The numbers were 3350, 353, 303. You don't see these type of hotels much out of the middle of England and here's why - getting to the third floor I found that 3350 did not exist.

Here we go ladies and gentlemen
Past all of the technical difficulties
That we have lots for experience
I will let you into my laboratory filled with many things
Writing intentions, you see
Such as my typewriter in the corner
Let me show you to the window
So you can see what I see, you know
Desperate am I to
Tell you how I feel for you
No sunshine when you are gone
Peaceful sleep I have none
How can I make it better
I'm under so much pressure
Well I know it won't last
I know that this will pass
You're my typewriter
I write to you what I am thinking
Thinking in my head
You're my typewriter
I write to you what I am thinking
Can't you understand
I don't want to falsify
I want to make it right
Can't you see there's work to do
I'm trying to write to you
How can I make it better
I'm under so much pressure
Problem is, problem is
I'll give you space till you get over this
You're my typewriter
I write to you what I am thinking
Thinking in my head
You're my typewriter
I write to you what I am thinking
Can't you understand
To torture a woman
Is to feed her loneliness?
So please don't leave me lonely
Cause it's your mind that I miss
You're my typewriter
I write to you what I am thinking
Thinking in my head
You're my typewriter
I write to you what I am thinking

You said my mind is some place I'd like to stay
I said my mind is some place I can't get away
outside outside outside outside
I feel so small
Inside yellow finger prints plaster the
walls
HEY Everything I'm saying right now is worthless
Hey what you said said said wasn't worth this
Hey Wait Skip that last line
All This All This All This All this just for some ink
to write down words misinterpret what I don't not think
scratch out old methods of making concreate
crawl into lumpy dirt and admit defeat