Bean is a 1997 British-American comedy film based on the popular ITV comedy Television series Mr. Bean, which was written by and starring Rowan Atkinson as the title character. The main plot follows Bean entrusted to oversee the transfer of priceless painting Whistler's Mother from a gallery in London to a museum in the United States. In the process, a number of unfortunate mishaps see Bean inadvertently break up a marriage, annoy an American policeman and accidentally destroy the painting, although a shrewd plan results in these mistakes being rectified. The film was written by Atkinson and Richard Curtis and was directed by Mel Smith, all of whom originally worked together on Not the Nine O'Clock News. Its working title was initially Dr. Bean, based on a misunderstanding which forms part of the plot of the film.
Plot
Ryan struggles to find meaning in his provisional existence, exploring sex and death and the idea of 'becoming something.' This surreal film, enveloped in a classical string quartet piece, is a rumination on death, time, and the nature of existence. It posits the idea of a human life as a static, four-dimensional entity that exists at a specific moment in time and cannot be said to truly begin or end.
Plot
Three seemingly anonymous high school seniors attempt to finally make a name for themselves. Their idea is innocent enough - let's throw a party that no one will forget, and have a camera there, to document history in the making. But nothing could prepare them for this party. Word spreads quickly as dreams are ruined, records are blemished and legends are born.
Keywords: 17-year-old, actor-shares-first-name-with-character, actress-shares-first-name-with-character, bare-breasts, bare-chested-male, beer, beer-bong, beer-pong, birthday-party, bouncy-castle
You are invited
Witness it.
The Party You've Only Dreamed About
Costa: Where the fuck is your drink Thomas?::Thomas: I'm not doing beverages.::Costa: What the fuck does that even mean?
Costa: Mama Kub and Papa Kub?::Thomas: Yeah. Those are my parents, asshole.
Costa: You fuck this up, I will stab you. I'm not kidding.
Costa: Mr. Kub, how cool is it that Thomas was born on your anniversary, yeah? What a great anniversary gift. A baby.
Thomas: Guess what mama Kub and papa Kub gave, uh...::Kirby: Baby Kub?::Thomas: Baby Kub, for his birthday.::Kirby: What?::Thomas: The Kub mobile.
Costa: [after the midget drives the car into the pool] Wow. I don't know how to fix this. I don't know how to fix any of this shit. I'm sorry Thomas. I just wanted to get some pussy.
T-Rick: Costa! Give me back my fucking gnome!
Costa: [shoving Thomas' dog away] Get off me you little faggot dog.
High School Student: Is this the same party that dick in the sweater vest was telling us about?
Thomas: Kirby I'm really sorry about what happened. I didn't know how to handle it. But I think I do now and that's why I'm here. My life right now, it's totally ruined, okay. I practically burned down my whole neighborhood. Probably bankrupted my parents. I'll be in debt until I die. But, the only thing I care about fixing right now is this. So, I'm sorry. You're still mad. I get it. But if you are talking to me about my next birthday, I'd really like to spend it with just you.::Kirby: You're... [She kisses him]::Thomas: So we're cool again?::Kirby: I never said you were cool. [They hug. Thomas motions for Dax to stop filming]
Plot
Stacy Holt, an associate producer for a daytime talk show, is confounded by her boyfriend Derek's unwillingness to talk about his previous relationships. Egged on by her co-worker Barb, Stacy sneaks a look at his personal digital organizer, scores the names and numbers of his exes, and sets up interviews with them--all in an effort to get closer to her man. Her plan starts to unravel, however, when she becomes friends with one of the women.
Keywords: ambition, answering-machine, associate-producer, audience, back-stabbing, betrayal, betrayal-by-friend, boyfriend-girlfriend-relationship, break-up, bulimia
Have you ever been tempted to look inside his...
You always think you're the first one. (France)
Stacy: Omission is betrayal.
Stacy: You know, life's funny that way. Once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong.
Stacy: I should tear your eyes out right now, but how would you ever be able to look at yourself in the morning?
Stacy: Question how does a girl who falls, no actually jumps eyes wide open, down a rabbit hole, plummeting into chaos come out unchanged?::Stacy: Answer, she doesn't.
Stacy: Perhaps luck exsists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance, and the peace that comes from knowing that you just can't know it all
Bean: John Lennon said Life happens when you're busy makng other plans
Stacy: If we were the share our lives together, why didn't we share our lives together. I know you don't have to tell me everything Derek, but why wouldn't you want too? Unless there is someone else you are waiting for.
Joyce: A clean break is easier. You can reset it, and it heals, and you move on, but if you leave things messy, and things don't get put right, then it just hurts, for ever.
Stacy: Luck is when preparation meets opportunity.
Barb: Knowledge is a terrible and marvelous thing.
Plot
Priya, Anjali, and Jojo are three young ladies who have just been admitted in a girls' hostel. They are to share their room with each other as well as a fourth lady named Kiran. To their surprise, Kiran turns out to be a boy. Starry eyed Anjali had been to a fortune-teller, who had foretold that she will meet a young man by the name of Amar, while in this hostel. Jojo and Priya have their own dream-men. Only time will tell if their sweethearts really do come forth.
Plot
Freebie and Bean, two San Francisco police detectives, have one goal in life: to bring down Red Meyers, a local hijacking boss. After many fruitless months they finally collect an important piece of evidence. However, before they can get an arrest warrant, they hear the news of the hitman being hired to kill Meyers.
Keywords: car-chase, character-name-in-title, embarcadero-freeway-san-francisco, ford-automobile, gridlock, karate, main-character-shot, mexican-american, motorcycle, police
Above all... It's a love story.
Freebie: Hi, Fred. We got a little accident. Could you send a tow truck, please, to 618 Elm Street? Hold it. It's the, uh, third floor, apartment 304.
Oh baby stick em up
Your love or your life
A sweet kiss from poison lips
Wanted dead or alive
Seemed so clear now a mystery
Knew it from the start
Revenge is Sweet and worth the pain
And I'm aiming for your heart
Oh Oh OH
Bang Bang Bang
How's it feel now?
Should've never let me go, no na na no no no
Bang Bang Bang
Bet you know now you're never gonna hurt me
No no na na no no more
Bang Bang Chicka
Bang Bang Bang
Accused of sticky fingers
A prisoner for life
Tell me babe who's got the gun?
I'm aiming with one eye
Not a single trace of evidence
Nothing left behind
Bullet wounds and a broken heart
Make for a perfect crime
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Bang Bang Bang
How's it feel now?
Should've never let me go, no na na no no no
Bang Bang Bang
Bet you know now you're never gonna hurt me
No no na na no no more
Bang Bang Chicka
Bang Bang Bang
And that pistol to the heart
To you it was such a surprise
Oh, I caught you so off guard
Now here's just a taste
Of the tears I've cried
Oh I've cried
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Bang Bang Bang
How's it feel now?
Should've never let me go, no na na no no no
Bang Bang Bang
Bet you know now you're never gonna hurt me
No no na na no no more
Bang Bang Chicka
Bang Bang Bang
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Bang Bang Bang
How's it feel now?
Should've never let me go, no na na no no no
Bang Bang Bang
Bet you know now you're never gonna hurt me
No no na na no no more
Bang Bang Chicka
Bang Bang Bang
When you look my way I can't help it
My heart stops and I can't breathe
And I know patience is a virtue
But baby when it comes to love
You make it hard for me
When I close my eyes at night
I really like what I see
Dreaming of forever
in other words, of you and me
We'll lay together till the morning, breakfast in bed
Chase me in my pi's and kiss me on my head
Uh-oh I'd really Like To Love You
Now I'm sort of kind of blushing feeling weak in the knees
Butterflies when I see you, long goodbyes when you leave
Uh-oh I'd really Like To Love You
I'd really Like To Love You
This hard to get trick you're playing oh it's not gonna do
No, I don't want just a little, I want all of you
And when you think I've had just about all this heart can handle
You're sadly mistaken sweet love come close and blow out the candles
When I close my eyes at night
I really like what I see
Dreaming of forever
in other words, of you and me
We'll lay together till the morning, breakfast in bed
Chase me in my pi's and kiss me on my head
Uh-oh I'd really Like To Love You
Now I'm sort of kind of blushing feeling weak in the knees
Butterflies when I see you, long goodbyes when you leave
Uh-oh I'd really Like To Love You
I'd really Like To Love You
Every minute we're together is just a glimpse of our forever
Every minute, every moment, every kiss, every time that you hold me
We'll lay together till the morning, breakfast in bed
Chase me in my pi's and kiss me on my head
Uh-oh I'd really Like To Love You
Now I'm sort of kind of blushing feeling weak in the knees
Butterflies when I see you, long goodbyes when you leave
Uh-oh I'd really Like To Love You
I'd really Like To Love You
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