Cricket is a bat-and-ball game played between two teams of 11 players on a field, at the centre of which is a rectangular 22-yard long pitch. One team bats, trying to score as many runs as possible while the other team bowls and fields, trying to dismiss the batsmen and thus limit the runs scored by the batting team. A run is scored by the striking batsman hitting the ball with his bat, running to the opposite end of the pitch and touching the crease there without being dismissed. The teams switch between batting and fielding at the end of an innings.
In professional cricket the length of a game ranges from 20 overs of six bowling deliveries per side to Test cricket played over five days. The Laws of Cricket are maintained by the International Cricket Council (ICC) and the Marylebone Cricket Club (MCC) with additional Standard Playing Conditions for Test matches and One Day Internationals.
Cricket was first played in southern England in the 16th century. By the end of the 18th century, it had developed into the national sport of England. The expansion of the British Empire led to cricket being played overseas and by the mid-19th century the first international matches were being held. The ICC, the game's governing body, has ten full members. The game is played particularly in Australasia, the Indian subcontinent, the West Indies, Southern Africa and England.
A buncha folks hangin their hats on the last hook of a whole lotta hope.
Ledball: When are you gonna realize that its the people that make Bent Arrow special, not about property.
Ledball: Now where do you come up with this stuff?::Cotton: ...dreams
A Heartwarming Story About How Far A Dog Will Go... For A Teddy Bear!
These Guys DROOL...
Plot
Dora has been haunted by terrible, out-of-this-world night terrors her entire life. Dr. Giles, a young widower still coming to grips with the loss of his beautiful wife, is Dora's anesthesiologist for an elective procedure. He finds that Dora is more than just a woman with nightmares. His quest is to discover the root of Dora's dreams, and at the same time make sense of a computer code that may have been guiding the planet since 1947.
Keywords: alien, anesthesiologist, code, computer, dream, nightmare, paralyze, primer, roswell, surgery
"Is she really dreaming?"
Plot
Following the death of her parents, teen-aged Andie West is living with her mother's best friend, Sarah. Andie, who doesn't care about school, is trying to figure out where she fits in in life. The only thing she loves is dancing with her street crew, the 410, led by Tuck. The 410 are the most notorious of the street crews in Baltimore and are wanted by the police for their acts of vandalism and public mischief. Sarah threatens to send Andie to live with relatives in Texas unless she cleans up her act, which includes ending her association with the 410 and trying harder at school. Andie's neighborhood friend, Tyler Gage, convinces Andie to audition for entry into the Maryland School of the Arts (MSA), an institution which ended up turning his life around for the better. Andie passes the audition but isn't sure she fits in there. The school's director, Blake Collins, isn't sure she fits in there either. Blake is a brilliant dancer but looks for conformity to his way. After learning that Andie's absences from rehearsals are due to her new association with MSA, Tuck kicks her out of the 410. Chase Collins, a dance student at MSA, convinces Andie to start her own street dance crew using all the dance misfits from MSA i.e. those that don't conform to Blake's way of thinking. Chase feels like he's one of those misfits being Blake's brother and living in his shadow. This new association brings up a few conflicts within Andie, as her new dance crew tries to gain respect on the streets, especially among her old and judgmental friends, and as she and the crew try to hide the fact of what they're doing from Blake, who ultimately threatens expulsion from the school of anyone participating in the illegal street competitions.
Keywords: audition, dance, dance-contest, death-of-parent, fund-raiser, high-school, high-school-student, kissing-in-the-rain, no-opening-credits, number-in-title
It's not where you're from. It's where you're at.
[from trailer]::Chase Collins: She has more talent, more conviction than anyone else I know!
Andie: Look, the streets is about where you're from. It's not some school talent show. There's no spring floors. There's no spotlights to use what you got and... what makes you think you got it, huh?::Chase Collins: Aren't you late for something, Andie?::[Andie gets angry and turns around and leaves]::Chase Collins: [smiles] Bye Andie West!::[Andie turns around to see him]
Chase Collins: So that's it, huh?::Andie: [sighs] I guess so...
Jenny Kido: Oooo, he got da key!
Chase Collins: You're an amazing little dancer, you know that right?::Andie: Little?
Smiles: Yeah, they wanted me to fix my teeth.::Jenny Kido: I like you teeth!::Smiles: Thanks, I like your accent.::Jenny Kido: What accent?::Smiles: That accent you got... You have an accent.
Andie: I remember the first time I saw someone move like they were from another planet, I couldn't keep my eyes away. I was little mom took me to a jam session in the neighborhood, it started off small but word spread and soon some of the best dancers around were showing up to compete in something they eventually called the streets. It became home, I got a front row seat to history. I wanted to glide and spin and fly like they did, but it didn't come easy. My mom would tell me don't give up, just be you, because life's too short to be anybody else. She was right. When I was 16 my mom got sick and in a couple months she was gone. Everything changed, including the streets.
Jenny Kido: [to Andie] We don't want you!
Chase Collins: [to an distressed Andie] Good Morning Sunshine!
Chase Collins: They just hatin' on you cause you dope.
Plot
A mock-operetta about a lowly pizza chef who aspires to be a famous opera singer. He finally gets his shot when a famous conductor enters his restaurant. While performing the audition of a lifetime, a cricket becomes angrily determined to ruin his chances.
A pizza chef aspires to be a famous opera singer. One day, his chance arrives.
His restaurant delivers, but will his audition?
Plot
"The Journal" is a short comedy that follows a lonely drunk through a wild and hazy night. Presented with a journal by his friends who wish he'd remember his boozy antics, he is horrified to read the sloppy entries on the painful morning after. Gothic demon women, half-naked swimmers, mimes and tattooed bruisers fight through he fog of his memory, pushing him straight to AA.
A short film of drunken proportions
Plot
Harry Morgan and his alcoholic sidekick, Eddie, are based on the island of Martinique and crew a boat available for hire. However, since the second world war is happening around them business is not what it could be and after a customer who owes them a large sum fails to pay they are forced against their better judgement to violate their preferred neutrality and to take a job for the resistance transporting a fugitive on the run from the Nazis to Martinique. Through all this runs the stormy relationship between Morgan and Marie "Slim" Browning, a resistance sympathizer and the sassy singer in the club where Morgan spends most of his days.
Keywords: alcoholic, based-on-novel, boat-captain, cafe, charter-boat, chloroform, conversation-with-character-playing-piano, deep-sea-fishing, dock, evil-man
At Last! Bogart makes love his kind of woman !
Introducing the sensational new discovery LAUREN BACALL
...the screen's most masculine he-man meets the year's sexiest feminine discovery!
"If you want anything...just whistle!"
LOVE IN THE RAW! (original ad - all caps)
TALK ABOUT T.N.T.! THIS is IT! (original ad - mostly caps)
Humphrey Bogart...with his kind of woman in a powerful adaptation of Ernest Hemingway's most daring man-woman story!
Slim: Who was the girl, Steve?::Steve: Who was what girl?::Slim: The one who left you with such a high opinion of women.
Slim: You know Steve, you're not very hard to figure, only at times. Sometimes I know exactly what you're going to say. Most of the time. The other times... the other times, you're just a stinker.
[Slim kisses Steve]::Steve: What did you do that for?::Slim: I've been wondering if I'd like it.::Steve: What's the decision?::Slim: I don't know yet.::[They kiss again]::Slim: It's even better when you help.
Eddie: [Oft repeated line] Was you ever bit by a dead bee?
Slim: I'm hard to get, Steve. All you have to do is ask me.::Steve: You know what you're getting into. It's gonna be rough.
Slim: You know you don't have to act with me, Steve. You don't have to say anything, and you don't have to do anything. Not a thing. Oh, maybe just whistle. You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve? You just put your lips together and... blow.
Slim: Give her my love.::Steve: I'd give her my own if she had that on!
Eddie: Drinking don't bother my memory. If it did I wouldn't drink. I couldn't. You see, I'd forget how good it was, then where'd I be? Start drinkin' water, again.
Steve: Anybody got a match?::Slim: Change your mind?::Steve: No money, those guys cleaned me out.::Slim: I forgot too - maybe I can do something, its been a long day and I'm thirsty.::[surveys club patrons]::Steve: Picked him out yet?::Slim: You don't mind do you?::Steve: You're thirsty, go ahead. If I get tired of waiting, I'll be back at that hotel.::Slim: All right::[starts moving through tables]
Slim: What are you trying to do, guess her weight?::Steve: She's heftier that you think. [lays down fainted woman he has been carrying] Better loosen her clothes.::Slim: You've been doing all right. [stops him from loosening clothes] Maybe you'd better look after her husband.::Steve: He's not going to run out on me.::Slim: Neither is she.
Some people say that life is a game, well if this is so
I'd like to know the rules on which this game of life is based.
I know of no game more fitting than the age old game of cricket
It has honour, it has character and it's British.
Now God laid down the rules of life when he wrote those Ten Commandments
And to cricket those ten same rules shall apply.
Show compassion and self-righteousness and be honest above all
And come to God's call with bat and ball.
Now the Devil has a player and he's called the Demon Bowler,
He's shrewd, he's rude and he's wicked.
He is sent by Sinful Satan and he's out to take your wicket
And you know that that's not cricket.
He'll baffle you with googlies with leg breaks and offspin
But keep a level head and don't let that demon in.
So keep a straight bat at all times, let the Bible be your guide
And you'll get by, yes you'll get by.
All through your life he'll try to bowl you out
Beware the Demon bowler.
He's crafty and deceitful and he'll try to L.B.W.,
And bowl a maiden over.
The Devil takes the weak in spirit and so we must always be courageous
And remember that God is on your side.
So keep old Satan in your sights and play the straight and narrow line
Let's break these walls around us
Knock them down with the force of 1000 arms
Take a breathe, rolls your eyes, cross your arms, stop and sigh
It's to late, theirs no time, how could that thought cross your mind
Only hearing what you want,
Never knowing if you're wrong or right
Always searching for an answer,
Resuscitate your life, your life
Why can't we all remember?
As if the answer is right in front of your face,
Take my hand, don't look back then maybe you'll understand,
Why can't we just go back to the life that we had
Only hearing what you want,
Never knowing if you're wrong or right
Always searching for an answer,
Resuscitate your life, your life
So bring me back,
Take us home,
Fill that void
That drove you so far from home.
[x3]
Only hearing what you want,
Never knowing if you're wrong or right
Always searching for an answer,
Drowning in a sea of change, will I ever win?
Someones gotta help me, somethings got to give
Will I ever make it all I see is grey
I promise you this time ill try and together we will win.
Whoa oo, and soon it will come
Whoa oo, and soon it will come
Whoa oo, and soon it will come
Whoa oo
Take away, those feelings we had,
Fill them back up, to the point I can't stand
Rearrange my whole life, just to be hear with you
Have I paid my price?
Whoa oo, and soon it will come
Whoa oo, and soon it will come
Whoa oo, and soon it will come
Reinventing your escape,
Shows us what your made of
Taking someone else's place,
Shows us what you came for
How long till you break,
How far will you go
You're taking me down with you,
I need to let you know
I'll turn the other way,
I would hope you'd do the same
But understand there was nothing for me
This mark is wearing thin you know,
In the certain place and time
Your demise will concur me
And I'll leave this all behind
Is this the bitter end?
Or am I just lying to myself
So build me up and take away,
What know one thought you could
Will you find yourself?
You reach inside and break it off
And take away everything I have
Become now, I feel so connected
But knowledge is the true meaning
I never thought about it before
Just close your eyes and ignore
The dark that troubles you most
Don't let it be here...
And if you see it again
Hold your breath and pretend
That you're already dead
You'll never be alone
I will always hold your hand
I'll never let you fall,
'cause nothing
Nothing else matters at all...
If you're scared just think of me
'cause you know I'll never let you be...
Anywhere. but with me.
Forget the story you heard,
Why are you worried about the dirt.
I don't think that you'll mind
When it's your time.
Cause I will be there with you
And we'll figure out what to do
So that you don't get bored.
You'll never be alone;.
I will always hold your hand
I'll never let you fall,
'cause nothing,
Nothing else matters at all...
If your scared just think of me
'cause you know I'll never let you be.
Anywhere... but with me.
So try to sleep with a smile
I promise I'll wait awhile
to make sure that you've moved on
You won't be lost
I will always hold your hand
I'll never let you fall,
cause nothing,
nothing else matters at all...
If your scared just think of me
cause you know i'll never let you be.
Two hundred people, once small voice,
I bet you thought you had a choice,
A choice to live or just let go,
This pain inside you'll never show.
This is my last ending,
In this bible that I keep,
Each line a golden testament
To fallen hopes and dreams,
Each night I lay waking
Eyes burn from what is wrong
To find a new reality
To fight the break of dawn.
This is your ending,
This is your last chapter,
A rising hero,
Is barely equal to
Your one desire,
TO SET THIS WORLD ON FIRE,
A super hero
i stumbled in at 2am all drunk
and full of smoke
my wife said "i've had enough"
that's it, i'm sick, get out!"
so i stumbled down to kelly's pub
across the edge of town
and i told the boys me story
and we had another round
and we'll drink and drink and drink
and drink and drink and drink and
fight-yeah! [2x]
and if i see a pretty girl
i'll sleep with her tonight
i'll drink and drink and drink and
drink and drink and drink and fight...
and mary McGregor
well she was a pretty whore
she'd always greet you with a smile
and never lock her door
but on the day she died
i'll admit it sounded weak
for mary McGregor finally got some sleep
well i once loved a girl
a child i'm told
i gave her my heart
and she gave me a cold
so now i sit standing
out in the pouring rain
i'll stumble back to kelly's pub