Little is a surname in the English language. The name is ultimately derived from the Middle English littel, and the Old English lȳtel, which mean "little". In some cases the name was originally a nickname for a little man. In other cases, the name was used to distinguish the younger of two bearers of the same personal name. Early records of the name include: Litle, in 972; Litle, in about 1095; and le Lytle, in 1296. The surname has absorbed several non English-language surnames. For example, Little is sometimes a translation of the Irish Ó Beagáin, meaning "descendant of Beagán". Little can also be a translation of the French Petit and Lepetit, as well as other surnames in various languages with the same meaning ("little"), especially the German name Klein during WWII.
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It's about time those artsy films get made fun of. Bitten by the Moon is a satirical tale of Xander (Blake McNamara) who is at the end of his rope after a devastating breakup. Teamed up with his inner monologues, a mute bum (Jeremiah Arnett) and a journal named 'The Book of Life' Xander goes through a tale of independent artsy proportions. Who knows what twists and turns this tale will have as Xander discovers his ex, her new boyfriend, a rude neighbor, duck food, vomit, a beach ball, a disgruntled little girl, a bloody nose, and a mysterious new girl. This premiere title from Free Captive productions will have you laugh, cry, sympathize, and even might make you flat out hate the emo indy scene.
A man with an unfortunate physical attribute discovers love, loss and his mythical qualities within.
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Bad Boy Bubby is just that: a bad boy. So bad, in fact, that his mother has kept him locked in their house for his entire thirty years, convincing him that the air outside is poisonous. After a visit from his estranged father, circumstances force Bubby into the waiting world, a place which is just as unusual to him as he is to the world.
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All he needs is love.
He's been in his room for 35 years. It's time to let him out!
Bubby: Christ, kid, you're a weirdo.
Bubby: Pop get pizza for cat!
Bubby: Bubby being left to die... me Pop now!
The Scientist: [plays organ music in church]::Bubby: Jesus can see everything I do... and he's going to beat me brainless!::The Scientist: Come down.::[Scene change; they are in a factory]::The Scientist: You see, no one's going to help you Bubby, because there isn't anybody out there to do it. No one. We're all just complicated arrangements of atoms and subatomic particles - we don't live. But our atoms do move about in such a way as to give us identity and consciousness. We don't die; our atoms just rearrange themselves. There is no God. There can be no God; it's ridiculous to think in terms of a superior being. An inferior being, maybe, because we, we who don't even exist, we arrange our lives with more order and harmony than God ever arranged the earth. We measure; we plot; we create wonderful new things. We are the architects of our own existence. What a lunatic concept to bow down before a God who slaughters millions of innocent children, slowly and agonizingly starves them to death, beats them, tortures them, rejects them. What folly to even think that we should not insult such a God, damn him, think him out of existence. It is our duty to think God out of existence. It is our duty to insult him. Fuck you, God! Strike me down if you dare, you tyrant, you non-existent fraud! It is the duty of all human beings to think God out of existence. Then we have a future. Because then - and only then - do we take full responsibility for who we are. And that's what you must do, Bubby: think God out of existence; take responsibility for who you are.
Bubby: Well, if that's all there is... we're stuffed.
Bubby: And if the poison doens't get you... God will.
Bubby: Me be pop now.
[approaching buxom Angel for the first time]::Bubby: You're a sexy woman. God, you've got great tits. Great big whoppers, if you can say.
[after nurse Angel lets Buddy see her huge breasts while she gives him a shower]::Bubby: They be beautiful... like mom.::Angel: You don't think they're too big?::Bubby: They make perfection.
Bubby: I think Angel is beautiful.::Angel's Father: She's a fat slut.::Angel's Mother: Watch what you say, dear.::Angel's Father: Better be known that she's a fat slut.::Angel's Mother: If God had wanted us to be fat, he'd just made us all the same way, wouldn't he? But he didn't! God doesn't like fat people! Fat people are an abomination in his eyes!
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Music-hall star Madeleine Marlowe leaves London engaged to the Duke of Trippingham only to find back home that Police Gazette hack Samuel A. McGee has exposed her as former burlesque queen Rosie O'Grady. To get her own back she announces that Sam is in fact her real suitor. He in turn has a song about Rosie published and something of an Irish brawl develops via his paper and her stage show.
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A record box outside my door
coming home really late from work once more
and it made my day
such a little thing
It's the thought that counts
and the hope it brings
A little further
A little bit longer
A little package is more condensed
the little things make a big difference
I tried to carry you home from the bar
but I'm out of shape and it's a little too far
So far to go, so far apart
Climbing out of the sky a man who could fly and a painting anyone could play.
It's a comic book crush that taught you to trust.
Staring out of the stands at a rock n roll band
and a hero no one else could save, it was never much but it's all that you gave.
And I wonder if you wonder, or did your stars finally explode?
Did the thunder pull you underneath the haze?
I'm amazed, than I let go.
Little minds let little games burn big old dreams with little flames,
and you don't think I understand.
Little holes in parachutes won't leave you falling,
if they do, it's because you want to land.
Climbing out of his chair to fix the T.V. glare is a man
but no one knows he's there.
It's a Dramamine dream that kept them alive but lost.
She's got her plastic friends and a brand new Benz and she laughs,
"Hell, sometimes life ain't fair"
It's a comic book crush that got them nowhere.
These elevator doors are closing again you leave before I planned.
I taste you walking down the hall.
it was a modern love affair
completely cool and casual
they hardly knew each other was there
i mean Both of them had their own getting off to do
and they had to dream about their own self
when they were through
but the modern girl was elated
with what the revolution gave her
and since she was liberated she could have
everything that striked her fancy
and she fancied quite a bit
i mean if it felt good she did it
and she did it every chance she could get
with her main modern man and otherwise
and her taste wasn't limited to just modern guys
since another modern girl showed her
that modern girls know how to hold her
and after she had her eyes opened
all her old close friends started getting closer
and new friends weren't that far away
but the modern man he just wasn't so lucky
he being shook from his usual role as the heartbreaker
he was completely battered and bewildered
when he actually started in feeling something for her
and he discovered a new emotion
when they stopped ending up together as frequently
and when he finally confronted her with the question
"had she been bedding down with others in the periphery without him?"
and she replied "Hell yes! ain't it funny!"
so view the modern man looking, looking, looking, like a soft Picasso
he's there with his head in his hand
repeating to himself an epigram
"live by the scam, die by the scam."
In a little while I will go for you, in a little while I will bleed for you.
In a little while I will hang for you, in a little while I will call for you.
You, I only want to spend my time with you.
I cracked my skin so I could be with you.
I made the world to stop it just for you, I want to be with you.
There's a little place that I will build for you.
There's an empty space that I will fill in you.
You, I only want to spend my time with you.
I cracked my skin so I could be with you.
Once there was a little girl
Who lived in a little house
Left there by her little self
Quiet as a little mouse
In her bed across the hall
Awake with the TV on
Lucky me I heard it all
That's my daddy, where's my mom?
Little did you know, little did you care
Little was the man who was never there
It wasn't me, I'm not the one who hurt you
Not the one who didn't love
Not the one who deserted you looking mean
Your little girl gone crazy
You don't owe me anything
I don't need you to save me
I'm not the reason for your misery
So stop taking it out on me
Don't you know what he did to me?
You cry about your broken heart
And I believe it's true
But of all the roles that you make up
Don't apply to you
She was never strong enough
To get up and get out
What she could not see in you
I've got to figure out
Little do you know, little do you care
Little is the man who just won't play fair
He wasn't me, I'm not the one who hurt you
Not the one who didn't love
Not the one who deserted you looking mean
Your little girl gone crazy
You don't owe me anything
I don't need you to save me
I'm not the reason for your misery
So stop taking it out on me
Whatever they did to you
I'm sure it was bad
But dad can't you see
It wasn't me, I'm not the one who hurt you
Not the one who didn't love
Not the one who deserted you looking mean
Your little girl gone crazy
You don't owe me anything
I don't need you to save me
It wasn't me, I'm not the one who hurt you
No, no, no, no and looking mean
Your little girl gone crazy
You don't owe me anything
I don't need you to save me
I'm not the reason for your misery