Plot
Dana is a Palestinian-Canadian artist who has become accustomed to popping pills to cope with her rather depressive state. With her family far away in occupied Palestine, the artist becomes increasingly isolated in her Toronto home. She comes to learn of an outbreak of 'Disconosolatus' in the city, which requires mandatory evacuations, medication and quarantine for those infected. The symptoms of this bizarre infection coincidentally resemble that of Dana's general depressive state. As the lines between her dreamworld and reality become blurred, Dana plunges into a mystical subconscious world riddled with poetry, the supernatural, and interdimensional portals. This subconscious journey ultimately leads to the critical moment of Dana's personal awakening, one where she must choose between her current existence and life.
Keywords: palestine, science-fiction, toronto
She wakes up, trapped, alone, in darkness. But if she escapes, will she find out that the strange world beyond her prison is even more terrifying?
Plot
A scientist performs experiments involving intelligence enhancing drugs and virtual reality on a simple-minded gardener. He puts the gardener on an extensive schedule of learning, and quickly he becomes brilliant. But at this point the gardener has a few ideas of his own on how the research should continue, and the scientist begins losing control of his experiments.
Keywords: 555-phone-number, abuse, abuse-of-power, abusive-father, abusive-husband, animal-attack, answering-machine, artificial-intelligence, b-movie, bald-man
God made him simple. Science made him a god.
Jobe Smith: You realize, Dr. Angelo, that my intelligence has surpassed yours...
Jobe Smith: ...my birth cry will be the sound of every phone on this planet ringing in unison.
Jobe Smith: By the year 2001, there won't be a person on this planet who isn't hooked into it, and hooked into me.
Jobe Smith: I am god here!
Caroline Angelo: Falling, floating, and flying? So, what's next, fucking?
Dr. Lawrence Angelo: ...so I'm taking my work underground. I can't let it fall into the wrong hands again.
Jobe Smith: What are you HIDING?
Jobe Smith: I saw God! I touched God!
Patrolman Cooley: Two bizarre murders in one night.::[Shortly thereafter he sees Jobe staring at him]::Patrolman Cooley: Two bizarre accidents in one night.
Dr. Lawrence Angelo: Jobe, listen to yourself right now. The first sign of psychosis is a Christ complex.::Jobe Smith: CyberChrist.
Plot
Friday and Streebek are assigned to some very strange robberies, like i.e. the stealing of one bat, a 30 feet long snake and the mane of a lion from a zoo. All the latest BAIT magazines were also recently stolen, and some chemichals that when are mixed correctly develops a very deadly gas. All these thefts have one thing in common; visit cards with the word "PAGAN" left at the crime scenes. Solving these crimes, including why plenty of police vehicles have been stolen lately, involves the usual; to drink coffee at strip tease bars, rescue kidnapped virgins from drowning and lose the job.
Keywords: airplane, badge, based-on-tv-series, buddy, car-chase, cello, corruption, cult, cult-film, detective
They're so bad at being bad... but so much worse at being good!
Just The Facts.
Thank God It's Friday
Sylvia Wiss: [pulls her top off] Do these look like the breasts of a forty year old woman?::Friday: No ma'am. They're quite impressive... bordering on spectacular.
Joe Friday: I don't care what undercover rock you crawled out from, there's a dress code for detectives in Robbery-Homicide. Section 3-605. 10. 20. 22. 24. 26. 50. 70. 80. It specifies: clean shirt, short hair, tie, pressed trousers, sports jacket or suit, and leather shoes, preferably with a high shine on them.
Joe Friday: Ma'am, what is the approximate dry weight of the average Madagascan fruit tree bat?::Pep Streebeck: You mean you don't know?
Joe Friday: Ah, sure, but just like every other foaming, rabid psycho in this city with a foolproof plan, you've forgotten you're facing the single finest fighting force ever assembled.::Reverend Jonathan Whirley: The Israelis?
[Friday is about to eat a chili dog]::Pep Streebeck: You know the kinds of things that can fall into an industrial sausage press? Not excluding rodent hairs and... bug excrement?::[Friday gives a disgusted look]::Joe Friday: I hate you, Streebeck.
Pep Streebeck: And if I may a toast... to Granny Mundy: may you live as long as you want but never want as long as you live.
Pep Streebeck: Are you crazy? Silvia Wiss wanted you!::Friday: Now let me tell you something, Streebeck. There are two things that clearly differentiate the human species from animals. One, we use cutlery. Two, we're capable of controlling our sexual urges. Now, you might be an exception, but don't drag me down into your private Hell.::Pep Streebeck: You've got a lot of repressed feelings, don't you, Friday? Must be what keeps your hair up.
[Joe Friday arrives]::Pep Streebeck: Thank God, it's Friday!
Chemical Engineer: Basically, it burns the eyes, lungs and throat, causes vomiting and if continuously inhaled, death.::Pep Streebeck: [to Friday] Oh, sort of like your aftershave.
[on a multi-lane highway, traffic all around is passing and sounding horns]::Pep Streebeck: You know, uh, Friday, we're allowed to go 55... On some occasions, even faster.::Friday: I'm well aware of the federally mandated speed limit, Streebeck. But, did it ever occur to you that, by going eight miles an hour slower, we might save some gasoline and ease the burden on the poor taxpayers out there who pay our salaries?::Pep Streebeck: Friday, a little extra gas isn't gonna put the city in hock; besides, this looks bad! Come on, live a little - it's the vertical pedal on the right.
A white coat or laboratory coat (often abbreviated to lab coat) is a knee-length overcoat/smock worn by professionals in the medical field or by those involved in laboratory work. The coat protects their street clothes and also serves as a simple uniform. The garment is made from white or light-colored cotton, linen, or cotton polyester blend, allowing it to be washed at high temperature and make it easy to see if it is clean. Similar coats are a symbol of learning in Argentina, where they are worn by students. In Tunisia, teachers wear white coats to protect their street clothes from chalk.
When used in the laboratory, they protect against accidental spills, e.g. acids. In this case they usually have long sleeves and are made of an absorbent material, such as cotton, so that the user can be protected from the chemical. Some lab coats have buttons at the end of the sleeves, to secure them around the wrist so that they do not hang into beakers of chemicals. Short-sleeved lab coats also exist where protection from substances such as acid is not necessary, and are favoured by certain scientists, such as microbiologists, avoiding the problem of hanging sleeves altogether, combined with the ease of washing the forearms (an important consideration in microbiology).