Morocco (Arabic: المغرب al-Maghrib ; Berber: ⵍⵎⴻⵖⵔⵉⴱ / ⴰⵎⴻⵔⵔⵓⴽElmeɣrib / Amerruk), officially the Kingdom of Morocco, is a country located in North Africa. It has a population of about 32 million and an area of 710,850 km², including the disputed region of the Western Sahara, seen by and mostly administered by Morocco as the Southern Provinces. Morocco is part of the Maghreb region, in addition to Tunisia, Algeria, Mauritania, and Libya, with which it shares cultural, historical and linguistic ties.
Morocco is a constitutional monarchy with an elected parliament. The King of Morocco holds vast executive powers, including the power to dissolve the parliament. Executive power is exercised by the government but more importantly by the king himself. Legislative power is vested in both the government and the two chambers of parliament, the Assembly of Representatives and the Assembly of Councillors. The king can also issue decrees called dahirs which have the force of law. The latest Parliamentary elections were held in November 25, 2011, and were considered by some neutral observers to be mostly free and fair. Voter turnout in these elections was estimated to be 43% of registered voters, but only about 25% of Moroccan adult citizens actually voted. The rest either chose not to vote or they were not registered as voters. The political capital is Rabat, but the largest city is Casablanca; other main cities include Marrakesh, Tetouan, Tangier, Salé, Fes, Agadir, Meknes, Oujda, Kenitra, and Nador.
Plot
Detective Detective Detective is a comedy about three brothers who spend a week in the Alaskan wilderness playing a live action role-playing mystery game. All in their late 20's/early 30's, they've lost touch over the years -- partially due to general "adulthood," but also due to some past grievances that took root and allowed bitterness to set in. Set against a majestic Alaskan backdrop, the brothers improvise their way through a mystery set up by a Game Master. They play detectives tasked with investigating the mysterious disappearance of world-renown, reclusive author, Adrian Belmont, who vanished while researching Inuit mythological creatures called Qalupaliks. As the detectives are challenged with increasingly difficult puzzles within the game that take away their senses (vision, hearing, talking), they are forced to rely on one another, and find their real-world conflict coming out in the game's world. In the end, in order to find the missing author, they must first find their missing brotherhood.
Keywords: alaska, detective, live-action-role-playing
Plot
Ann, a former chorus girl marries above herself into a rich society family, but her mother-in-law regards her with great suspicion from the start. When Ann shoots her husband dead, claiming she thought he was a prowler, the older Mrs. Grenville decides to back the woman she despises, to protect the family image.
Keywords: abbreviation-in-title, based-on-novel, number-in-title, period-in-title, reference-to-duchess-of-windsor
Babette Van Degan: How is Billy?::Ann Arden Grenville: Just like the man I married.::Babette Van Degan: Oooo, lucky you!
Ann Arden Grenville: Did you have lunch?::Billy Grenville Jr.: I ate... something.
Cordelia Grenville Hardington: Mother, please stay for more than a just a few minutes. Ann did make a point of inviting you.::Alice Grenville: That's because she's learning social camoflage. If nothing else.
Grace Grenville: You must admit she has wonderful legs.::Cordelia Grenville Hardington: She's a showgirl, Cordelia, they all have legs like that. They have to.
Billy Grenville Jr.: Did he invite you to dinner? Did he? No, probably more like, "Why don't you come watch me play polo sometime, it'll give you a chance to wear that tiara!"
Ann Arden Grenville: Why do they call you Bratsie?::Bratsie Bleeker: Because I'm a spoiled brat, why else? Why are you called Ann?::Ann Arden Grenville: I wasn't. Well, I guess I better tell you, I was born Ursula Mertens. and it didn't fit on the billboard, and my agent changed it. You know, I'll bet it didn't matter to you what you were called.::Bratsie Bleeker: Still doesn't.
Ann Arden Grenville: Has the maid been here while i was out?::Billy Grenville Jr.: Why, no towels?::Ann Arden Grenville: Uh, I know this is a four-star Hotel, but I've never known the maids to wear Chanel no. 5 while scrubbing out the tub.::Billy Grenville Jr.: I'll complain to the manager.
Narrator: How beautiful these shining towers are. Architecture expresses an attitude. It reveals the psychology of the builder. It occurs to me that people who expect a bomb to fall don't build their walls of glass. A city of glass is like a declaration of peace.
The astral map that's overhead
Watch it while it is unfolding
The fabric of the universe
Out of which this earth is woven
The moon is a mirror alike
She returns my loving
Wheels are turning before my eyes
Reels of film are running by
I can see miles passing
The astral map that's overhead
Watch it while it is unfolding
Maybe it won't be that far
It won't be long before we're getting
To enjoy this setting
We're getting closer to where we're heading
We've been chosen
To enjoy this setting
That astral map that's overhead
Watch it while it is unfolding
Wheels are turning before my eyes
Reels of film are running by
I can see miles passing
Into fata morgana's I melt
I dreamt I was in Morocco
Strange odours were in the air
And I was in love with a princess
With black curly hair
I dreamt I was in Morocco
And haunted was every way
The princess was abducted
And I was forced to stay
Now I'm back
With no princess by my side
There ain't no cure
For my restless, lonely nights
And now I'm back
With a princess on my mind
I wish I could go back in dreams
And I go on to find her
I dreamt I was in Morocco
I was searching in dark despair
Felt some people's eyes on me
But their hearts didn't care
My heart is still in Morocco
Still wounded still wandering around
Still in the princess's possession
Still keeping its ground
Oh she's my lady
Oh, she's been my lover
Now she's hiding, hiding undercover
They're going to tell her
She's got to meet her brother
For the honour, the honour of the other
I want to help her
I want to hide her
I want to love her,
But first I've got to find her
She's been hiding,
Hiding undercover
From the honour, the honour of the other
I want to tell her
Baby please don't go
Don't you go back to Morocco
She's a goddess,
Oh she's been a lier
See the witch hunt
The flames are getting higher
All the secrets we tried so hard to cover
Have been discovered, discovered by the other
I want to tell her
Baby please don't go
I've got to tell her
Baby please don't go
I want to tell her
Baby please don't go
Don't you go back to Morocco
She's a goddess,
Oh she's been a lier
See the witch hunt
The flames are getting higher
All the secrets we tried so hard to cover
Have been discovered, discovered by the other
I want to tell her
I want to tell her
Baby please don't go
I've got to tell her
Baby please don't go
I want to tell her
Baby please don't go
Don't you go back to Morocco
Oh she's my lady
Oh, she's been my lover
Now she's hiding, hiding undercover
He's going to kill her
It's going to be her brother
For the honour, the honour of the other
I want to tell her
Baby please don't go
Maybe we didn't belong,
maybe the void was there between us all along.
Noone can make me forget like you.
You had a dream to pursue,
I tried to build my aspirations next to you, and now -
pieces of broken history is all you give to me.
So here we are, my dear, just me and you,
another day just passed away, and, baby,
here we are again, and nothing's new.
I don't know where we went wrong.
I always thought that we would sing our happy song.
Noone can keep me into like you.
You always saw, what was mine.
I haven't hear that voice I know in quite a while, and now -
it seems like our time has come, 'cause we have come undone.
So here we are, my dear, just me and you,
another day just passed away, and, baby,
here we are, my dear, and nothing's new.
Someday soon we'll walk alone to rip ourselves apart.
Baby, walk with me,
'cause we are still the way we were,
and all our desperate moves will lead us only nowhere.
Baby, move on.
'Cause here we are, my dear, just me and you,
another day just passed away, and, baby,