Plot
Three grown prodigies, all with a unique genius of some kind, and their mother are staying at the family household. Their father, Royal had left them long ago, and comes back to make things right with his family.
Keywords: accountant, adopted-daughter, ambulance, archeologist, art, artist, attempted-suicide, ballerina, ballet, bandaged-hand
Family Isn't A Word... It's A Sentence.
You Are Invited To A Remarkable Family Gathering.
Eli: [to Richie] I always wanted to be a Tenenbaum, you know?::Royal: [quietly] Me too. Me too.::Eli: It doesn't mean what it used to though, does it?
Ethel: How long have you been a smoker?::Margot: 22 years.::Ethel: Well, I think you should quit.
Royal: Everyone's against me.::Pagoda: It's your fault, man.::Royal: I know but dammit, I want this family to love me.
Eli: I wish you'd've done this for me when I was a kid.::Richie: But you didn't have a drug problem then.::Eli: Yeah, but it still would've meant a lot to me.
Royal: Let's shag ass.
Royal: I got a pretty bad case of cancer.::Chas: [yawns] How long you gonna last?::Royal: Not long.::Chas: A month? A year?::Royal: About six weeks. Let me get to the point, the three of you and your mother are all I've got and I love you more than anything.::[Chas scoffs and mock laughs]::Royal: Chas, let me finish here. I've got six weeks to set things right with you and I aim to do it. Will you give me a chance?::Chas: No.::Royal: Do you speak for everyone?::Chas: I speak for myself.
Young Chas Tenenbaum: [about Margot's play] Well, what'd you think, Dad?::Royal: Didn't seem believable to me.::[to Eli]::Royal: Why are you wearing pajamas? Do you live here?::Young Richie Tenenbaum: He has permission to sleep over.::Young Chas Tenenbaum: Well, did you at least think the characters were well developed?::Royal: What characters? This is a bunch of little kids dressed up in animal costumes.::Young Margot Tenenbaum: Good night, everyone.::Royal: Well, sweetie, don't be mad at me. That's just one man's opinion.::[Margot gets up and gathers her presents just as Ethel comes in with the birthday cake and everyone starts singing Happy Birthday, which trails off as she leaves the room. Ethel glares at Royal]::Narrator: He had not been invited to any of their parties since.
[after the fire drill]::Chas: Four minutes, forty-eight seconds. We're all dead. Burned to a crisp.
Ethel: What are you talking about?::Chas: The apartment. I have to get some new sprinklers and a back-up security system installed.::Ethel: But there are no sprinklers here either.::Chas: We might have to do something about that too.
Uzi Tenenbaum: Who's your father?::Chas: His name is Royal Tenenbaum.::Ari: You told us he was already dead.::Chas: Yeah, well, now he's really dying.
Plot
Supt. Walter Tso of the Hong Kong Police Department hires the "Five Lucky Stars" once again to help the daughter of cheated gambler king Lui Tin, Tso's good friend, defeat the swindling Sheung Kun Fan-Fa in the ultimate gambling match. The "Five Lucky Stars" are joined by beauty queen Françoise also hired by Tso, to undergo gambling training. Meanwhile, Fastbuck, one of the "Five Lucky Stars," is on medical leave in China. As a result, his Buddhist monk cousin, Leung, joins the gang in the gambling challenge.
Keywords: gambling
Plot
Hong Kong Police Supt. Walter Tso arrests Big Dai, the reformed leader of a criminal corporation. When Dai asked his brother Richard Mao to turn himself in to the police, he betrays him and decides to take over the corporation. Dai is imprisoned and an informant is murdered by one of Mao's men. With no evidence against Mao and the corporation, Tso coerced four of the "Five Lucky Stars" to go undercover in the prison, rescue Dai, and help nab Mao and bring down the corporation.
Plot
A police informant sent a letter containing sensitive information on an illegal drug operation to his friend, Yi-Ching. While on vacation in Thailand, the informant is assassinated by the drug lord's henchmen and, to cover-up their operation, they attempt to eliminate Yi-Ching and double-agent Lau. Back in Hong Kong, police detectives Muscles and Ricky Fung are assigned to protect Lau and Inspector Barbara Woo is assigned to protect Yi-Ching. She takes her to the hideout of the "Five Lucky Stars" and also enlists their help in bringing down the drug operation.
Keywords: action-violence, asian, brawl, chinaman, chop-socky, fight, fighting, fistfight, hand-to-hand-combat, kung-fu
A pagoda is the general term in the English language for a tiered tower with multiple eaves common in Nepal, India, China, Japan, Korea, Vietnam, Burma and other parts of Asia. Some pagodas are used as Taoist houses of worship. Most pagodas were built to have a religious function, most commonly Buddhist, and were often located in or near temples. This term may refer to other religious structures in some countries. In Vietnam and Cambodia, due to French translation, the English term pagoda is a more generic term referring to a place of worship, although pagoda is not an accurate word to describe a Buddhist temple. The modern pagoda is an evolution of the Ancient Nepal stupa, a tomb-like structure where sacred relics could be kept safe and venerated. The architectural structure of the stupa has spread across Asia, taking on many diverse forms as details specific to different regions are incorporated into the overall design.
The word is first attested for in English in the period c. 1625–35; introduced from the Portuguese pagode, temple, from the Persian butkada (but idol + kada temple, dwelling.) Another etymology, found in many English language dictionaries, is modern English pagoda from Portuguese (via Dravidian), from Sanskrit bhagavati, feminine of bhagavatt "blessed" < bhaga "good fortune."
I taste you in a cheap hotel room
So this is what it's come to?
I’d love to say you taste a different way
But that hasn’t actually come true
This is so confusing and thoroughly amusing
My heart is bruising, only thoughts of you
And this is so degrading and I'm just waiting
Just keep meditating, holy matrimony, I do
I'm just a child of the night and I didn’t ask to be not right
Let's just say that it's that way
and it's been fun, and it's all done
And that's okay, the world's a dark place
and I'm just a dead face in its womb
We're just the children of the night
I watch that open flame
Bright light and beautiful orange
I watch that open flame
I watch that open flame
Dear God it’s calling my name
I watch that open flame
It was our job to make the money
And it was he who took all the risks
And we would sit down and wrestle our tummies
Some serotonin to kill the dope sick
But as you may know
lying face first in the snow
I dreamt of days so long ago
Do you remember them?
Where did they go?
Ah aaahhh…
What’d you say?
Oh no don’t reply
It’s just the voices inside
Oh no I can’t decide
They say you’re not here
I’m not
To feel no fear
It’s just my sickness
You’re nothing you’re no one
You don’t exist
It’s the voices inside
Which is mine
I wasn’t born with a silver spoon
That was then but I got one now
This ritual will kill me soon
Hey mom and dad be proud
Wednesday night they sweep the street
With my record they play for keeps
I don’t have any words to say
And we would wonder what took him so long
Half humming this unsung song
Did they find his works in his cold
Dead hand, a sunny day at Riker’s Island
More to say the least and never would it last
It was the nature of the beast
Lesson learned, learned today
My lesson learned, I learned this today
I’m too close to stay away
I’m too far to try and stay
Oh hurt me slowly, I feel your beauty
In every pulse of your sacred heart
Oh easy, easy, watch your cruelty
I felt it faintly from the start
But I don’t want to be you
I just want you here, I say
And I don’t want to see you
I just need you near
Here we go now
No, no, but yes, but yes, but yes
Head full of these useless questions
I can’t redeem my old temptation
Oh medicate me to ease my pain
Love me, know that I’m insane
Oh hate me, but use me to your liking
Oh yell at me to stop these voices
Become the you, just stop regretting
Sit now quiet, edge of forbidden nerve
Concentrate; focus,we are better than you, a zombie
Spirit of the ego, you are
as heavy as the air
It's nice to meet you;
I want to
tell you, you don't exist
The earth is my/our witness, Sadartha
Seen it on my chest, callous on my heart
It grew negligent, low now, you're a vegetable
Sifting leper, growing in and on me
Cut off, let free,
amputate, surgery
Sadartha, nature's mother, you are my friend
I think of you floating in there
And not a shred of thought or care
Of where you’re from or will be
Swimming inside the stomach of my baby
Little fetus went to meet us With your first swallow of air
Hollow lungs sucking on all of the world’s despair
I fiend for more, I fiend for the core
All on my back down and down in that sound
I found it beneath the junk
Just a punk who sunk in too deep
I weep for me, for everyone who is and will never be
Hey yeah yeah
Never gave, got much, consider or thought
I fought that grip that you never caught
But the soul of something I couldn’t help but feel
It’s real as the rain that wets as fresh as the fur on our pets
You’re the only God and I believe in portion
And I’ll kill you easy one, abortion
Foundation of my strife life, kiss me like a knife
Am I dead now, God am I dead now?
Yeah, yeah, yeah…
I think of you floating in there
And not a shred of thought or care
Of where you’re from or where you will be
Swimming inside the stomach of my baby
Little fetus went to meet us You were born in my headEvery time I hear my fear
Every tear my sad eye will drip
Every drop that runs past my lip
For every thought occurred That your death now benefits me
How could it benefit me?
From ripe
To rotten
Too real
To live
Should I lie down
Or stand up
And walk around again
My eyes finally wide open up
My eyes finally wide open shut
To find the found(fount) of sound
That hears the touch of my tears
Smells the taste of all we waste
Could feed the others
But we smother each other with the necter
And pucker the sour
A bittersweet weather
It blows through our trees
Swims through our seas
Fly's through the last gasp we left
On this earth
Ohh Ohh Ohhhhh
It's a long lonely journey
From death to birth
It's a long long lonely journey
From death to...
It's a long lonely journey
From death to birth
Oh It's a long lonely journey
From death to birth
Yeaaah...
Should I die again
Should I die around
The pounds of matter
wheeling through space
I know I'll never know
Until I come face to face
With my own
With my own
With my own
With my own cold dead face
With my own wooden case
Yeaaah...
Pucker the sour
Sugar sweet weather
Blows through our trees
Swims through our seas
Fly's through the last gasp we left
On this earth
Ohhhhhh
It's a long lonely journey
from death to birth
It's a long lonely journey
from death to birth
What should I die again
Should I tell you when
The pounds of matter
wheeling through space
I know I'll never know
Unitl I come face to face
It's a long lonely journey
from death to birth
It's a long lonely journey
Tony got shot at the Mexican border
Leaving his past far behind his leg
He could run fast
But he knew they would catch him
They’re gonna find me out some day, some day
But Tony tried, and he denied, but he relied
On the wrong person
And he made his own way
But now he lay at Mexico’s end
Little boy Botus selling fruit and tacos
American tourists are so strange, so strange
I’m saving up money for my mother and my hunny
Gonna buy a big house some day, some day
But Botus he was only eight
And he only ate if he had a good day
And he saw Tony bleed
On two pounds of weed and some peyote
But little boy Botus he was young but no dummy
Filling, his tummy, was all he ever knew
He grabbed Tony’s stash, filled his pockets with his cash
He ran like the devil, Hell, I would too
But Botus see he didn’t know
That once you go, man, you never come back
And he ran from the man, with dirt, and sand,
Someone killed my son
With a heavy gun
They shot and wore him down
Now frown
Cause I’m a callous prick
Are you a treat or trick?
Oh do I make you sick?
I’m proud!
Come on feel this pride
Like Satan’s bride
Like a heavy tide, you drown
Wanna frown on me?
I will make you see
Just how ugly, I am!
Damn!
La la la la
My friend
La la la la
The end
La la la la
I am
Hey yo amego
I know you think I’m loco
So slow, I don’t grow
Take me back to Mexico
Blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah
Blah
Weapons of mass destruction
Blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah
Blah
War on terrorism
Blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah
Fight for nothing
Blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah
Blah
And so I’m here now, I used to be there
It was before that I was unhappy
Now I’m just numb…
And now I can’t leave
I just sit in my room
With only cigarettes to kill my time
I’ll be fine, I’ll be alright
One more day off my life
On more niche to chisel in the wall
I won’t fall
I’ll keep on breathing in spite of you
Like love was something I never knew
And you can spite me too
Cause I don’t wanna see nobody
I don’t wanna hear nobody
I don’t wanna take nobody home with me tonight
You think it’s funny, I have nobody
Somebody to hold my crummy hand
I’m alone
No ring ring to infect my phone
Nobody’s calling, no one’s home
Except silence and her lovely lovely tone
I swear I’m alone
I’ll just sit here in my hotel room
I’ll just sit here in my rented tomb
I’ll just sit, enjoy the view