RADIO STATION | GENRE | LOCATION |
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Feeling Floyd | Rock | France |
101.RU Pink Floyd | Classic Rock | Russia |
TeguZStereo Pink Floyd | Rock | Honduras |
Radio Floyd | Rock | France |
4 Ever Floyd | Classic Rock | Internet Only |
Plot
Timmy Robinson's best friend in the whole wide world is a six-foot tall rotting zombie named Fido. But when FIDO eats the next-door neighbor, Mom and Dad hit the roof, and Timmy has to go to the ends of the earth to keep Fido a part of the family. A boy-and-his-dog movie for grown ups, "FIDO" will rip your heart out.
Keywords: 1950s, acid, bb-gun, beaten-to-death, black-comedy, bloodthirsty, box-office-flop, boy-dog-relationship, boyfriend-girlfriend-relationship, bully
Good dead are hard to find
He'll steal your heart... or eat it!
Bill Robinson: Now, I know you're not supposed to have a hand gun until you're twelve... but it can come in real handy.
Bill Robinson: I'd say I'm a pretty darn good father. My father tried to eat me, I don't remember trying to eat Timmy.::Helen Robinson: Bill, just because your father tried to eat you, does that mean we all have to be unhappy... forever?
Mr. Bottoms: They're not particularly fast, are they?
School Children: [singing] In the brain and not the chest. Head shots are the very best.
Priest: Head coffin please.
Little Girl: Grandpa fell down and he's getting back up!
Bill Robinson: Well, she is over sixty-five, Helen, and old people can't be trusted. [to Mr. Bottoms] Ain't that right?::Mr. Bottoms: Yeah, we've had a lot of trouble with old people.
Timmy Robinson: I knew you wouldn't eat me, boy!
Priest: From dust have you come and to dust shall you return, but from dust shall you not be resurrected.
Cindy Bottoms: Hi Timmy. Surprised?::Timmy Robinson: Sort of.::Cindy Bottoms: It's okay. It's sort of cool in a way. And he's a lot nicer.::Timmy Robinson: Do you wanna play catch?::Cindy Bottoms: Sure.::Timmy Robinson: Does, uh, your zombie wanna play? What do you call him anyways?::Cindy Bottoms: I don't know. Right now I'm just calling him 'Daddy.'::Timmy Robinson: Sure, okay. Come on.::Cindy Bottoms: Come on, Daddy.
Plot
Mark is a young assassin hired to take out members of a large drug syndicate. But, he bumps into a mysterious woman and falls for her. Instead of just doing his job Mark throws caution into the wind and breaks all the rules of an assassin to meet her. Now, he finds himself caught between love and a group of assassins hired to take him out.
Plot
Floyd has never won Lotto. Nor has he won at OTB. He's a middle-aged flunk floundering from temp jobs to performing magic tricks in the street to earn a buck. His life consists of his therapist, his nursing home bound mother and B.S. sessions with other late bloomers. But on the day before his 40th birthday, he decides to take charge of his life and pursue his first career as a magician. He soon realizes, however, that due to his allergic reaction to rabbits and ineptitude for children, his future in birthday party magic seemed quite ephemeral. Upon meeting Lulu, another life wanderer, Floyd steps up his act for adults and decides to supplement his income by incorporating a wallet disappearing trick into the act with her as his assistant. First he picks one. Then two. Then a hundred. Lulu perfects the art of distraction while Floyd perfects his sleight of hand. Their success becomes so great, the magic career quickly wanes to pursue full time crime. Ultimately, when Floyd refuses to give in to Lulu's persistent demands of solely pursuing the picking once the magic career begins to take off, she splits with all the money, leaving Floyd penniless. But Floyd has one trick left up his sleeve.
Keywords: magic
Two wiseguys. One cool idea!
Plot
Miranda Presley moves from New York to Nashville to become a song writer. At an unsuccessful audition she meets James Wright a promising newcomer. After only a few days they marry, head over heels, but start to regret it very soon.
Keywords: 1990s, adultery, affection, african-american, aspiring-singer-songwriter, audition, austin-texas, bar, barber, barber-shop
Stand By Your Dream
James Wright: This check seems to be made out to "selfish, arrogant dickhead."::Miranda Presley: Yeah, they'll cash it. They know it's you.
Miranda Presley: Look out Music City, cause here I am and I ain't never leavin'!
Miranda Presley: Look out Nashville, cause I'm here now and I ain't never leavin'!
James Wright: How many Beatles are there?::Kyle Davidson: Three... and Ringo.
[Kyle runs into back of a guy's car and a crowd gathers]::Driver: Didn't you see the stop sign?::Kyle Davidson: That's my song!::Driver: Well, that's my car!::Kyle Davidson: That's my song playing on the radio!::Driver: You wrote that song?::Kyle Davidson: Yeah!::Bystander: You're a better songwriter than you are a driver.::Kyle Davidson: That's my song!::Bystander: That song's all right.::Kyle Davidson: Kinda makes ya wanna pat your foot, doesn't it?::Bystander: You shoulda patted the brake one time.::Kyle Davidson: That's my song!::Bystander: You got two hits in one day!
Linda Lue Linden: Hey Kyle Davidson!::Kyle Davidson: Hey Linda Lue, is that your pretty face I'm seein'?::Linda Lue Linden: Well it ain't nobody's butt.
Kyle Davidson: I'm going to go write some more of those good songs.::Miranda Presley: Yeah, write a good one for me.::Kyle Davidson: I write them *about* you.
Miranda Presley: You're always asking everyone else what they think.::Linda Lue Linden: That's right. And you know what? I'm not going to do it anymore. If I don't feel like bein' nice to somebody, I'm just goin' to be mean... or at least impolite.
Kyle Davidson: You want me to tell you how I feel about you?::Miranda Presley: Yeah.::Kyle Davidson: Okay, okay. Uh, sometimes you hear a song on the radio and it's just the song you want to hear right then, and then it's over and you're just glad you heard it.::Miranda Presley: And I'm like that song?::Kyle Davidson: No, you're nothing like that song. You're like if that was the only song in the world that I could hear for the rest of my life. You're that song.
Linda Lue Linden: You Know Kyle Davidson, there's something you never knew about me.::Kyle Davidson: What's that?::Linda Lue Linden: [she kisses him] You could have had me for a song
In this hospital the patients come first!
They're growing up fast!
Going through the pages of my fantasies Pushing all the mercy down, down, down I wanna see you try to take a swing at me Come on, gonna put you on the ground, ground, ground Why are you trying to make fun of me? You think it's funny? What the fuck you think it's doing to me? You take your turn lashing out at me I want you crying when you're dirty in the front of me (?) All of my hate cannot be found I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming So you can try to tear me down Beat me to the ground I will see you screaming Come and fill the pages of my fantasies I'm above you, smiling at you, drown, drown, drown I wanna kill and rape you the way you raped me And I'll pull the trigger And you're down, down, down Why are you trying to make fun of me? You think it's funny? What the fuck you think it's doing to me? You take your turn lashing out at me I want you crying when you're dirty in the front of me All of my hate cannot be found I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming So you can try to tear me down Beat me to the ground I will see you screaming All my friends are gone, they died (gonna take you down) They all screamed, and cried (gonna take you down) I got my monkey, got my monkey back against the wall (?) Gonna take you down All of my hate cannot be found I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming So you can try to tear me down Beat me to the ground I will see you screaming All of my hate cannot be found I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming So you can try to tear me down Beat me to the ground I will see you screaming