In British English, a tout is any person who solicits business or employment in a persistent and annoying manner (generally equivalent to a solicitor or barker in American English, or a spruiker in Australian English). According to the American Bar Association, touting occurs when a person advertises, promotes, or otherwise describes a security for sale without disclosing that the person is being paid to do so.
An example would be a person who frequents heavily touristed areas and presents himself as a tour guide (particularly towards those who do not speak the local language) but operates on behalf of local bars, restaurant, or hotels, being paid to direct tourists towards certain establishments.
In London, the term "taxi touts" refers to a kind of illegal taxicab operation which involves taxi drivers (or their operator) attracting potential passengers by illegal means—for instance, calling out travellers, or fetching them and their luggage, while parked in an area where taxi drivers must wait in their vehicle. They may charge exorbitant fees upon arrival, possibly using threats to ensure payment.
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Mado is followed in the street by an unknown man. He offers her to go the hotel. She accepts, they sleep together and then split. Mado does not want to see him again, because she is married with Jean, and has a teenager son, Stephane. But Yves gave her his phone number. One day, Mado calls him.... An unusual love story.
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Sharpshooter Matt Quigley is hired from America by an Australian rancher so he can shoot aborigines at a distance. Quigley takes exception to this and leaves. The rancher tries to kill him for refusing, and Quigley escapes into the brush with a woman he rescued from some of the rancher's men, and are helped by aborigines. Quigley returns the help, before going on to destroy all his enemies.
Keywords: 19th-century, aborigine, action-hero, american, arms-dealer, assassin, australia, australian-aboriginal, australian-aborigine, australian-outback
The West was never this far west...The Emmy Award-winning director of "Lonesome Dove" puts the classic Western back where it was meant to be, on the big screen...in a place it's never been before.
There's a price on his head. A girl on his mind. And a twinkle in his eye.
[Quigley has been beaten and left for dead in the Australian desert]::Crazy Cora: Don't worry, on a new job it's quite common for things not to go well at first.
Matthew Quigley: Lady, you're about a half a bubble off plumb, and that's fer sure and fer certain.
[Lost in the Outback]::Matthew Quigley: I don't know where we're goin', but there's no sense bein' late.
Crazy Cora: Things seem different here. They say God made Australia last, don't you know, after he got tired of making everything else the same.::Matthew Quigley: Well, I seen some pretty country, that's for certain.
Elliott Marston: Ah-ha. The legendary Sharps.::Matthew Quigley: You know your weapons. It's a lever-action, breach-loader. Usual barrel length's thirty inches. This one has an extra four. It's converted to use a special forty-five caliber, hundred-and-ten-grain metal cartridge, with a five-hundred-forty-grain paper patch bullet. It's fitted with double-set triggers, and a Vernier sight, marked up to twelve-hundred yards. This one shoots a mite further.::Elliott Marston: An experimental weapon with experimental ammunition.::Matthew Quigley: You could call it that.::Elliott Marston: Let's experiment.
Elliott Marston: [O'Flynn and Dobkin prepare Quigley for an old-fashioned duel] I seem to remember you're not too familiar with Colonel Colt's revolver, so this will be your first lesson. Don't worry. Mr Dobkin and Mr. O'Flynn will ensure that it's a fair contest.::Elliott Marston: [Marston starts walking backwards] I'll just back up a few paces... And to your left a bit, that's it... Now you're right in front of my old pistol target.::Elliott Marston: [Marston slips his coat back to reveal his holster] Some men are born in the wrong century. I think I was born on the wrong continent. Oh, by the way, you're fired::Matthew Quigley: This ain't Dodge City. And you ain't Bill Hickok.::Matthew Quigley: [Quigley shoots Dobkin, O'Flynn and Marston before they can even aim their guns, then walks up to a dying Marston] I said I never had much use for one. Never said I didn't know how to use it.
Elliott Marston: [Marston is knocked out of his house, through a window. His hands come running]::Elliott Marston: No man knocks me out of my own house! [stomps back inside] [pause]::[Marston is again knocked out of his house, through a different window]
Major Ashley-Pitt: In our experience, Americans are uncouth misfits who should be run out of their own barbaric country.::Matthew Quigley: Well, Lieutenant...::Major Ashley-Pitt: Major.::Matthew Quigley: Major. We already run the misfits outta our country. We sent 'em back to England.
Crazy Cora: I remember once my Granddaddy told me how, when you're lost in the desert, you should sleep during the day and walk at night.::Matthew Quigley: Your Granddaddy tell you that? Did he also tell you we'll die, in the the desert, without those horses?::Crazy Cora: Well, what good are horses, if we die of thirst?::Matthew Quigley: Once in a while she actually makes a little sense.::Crazy Cora: What did you say, Roy?::Matthew Quigley: Never mind.
Crazy Cora: You know, if we're lost, you can tell me.::Matthew Quigley: We're lost.::Crazy Cora: I can take bad news. Just tell me straight.::Matthew Quigley: I don't know where the hell we are.::Crazy Cora: No sense takin' time to make it sound better than it is.::Matthew Quigley: I reckon we're goin' in circles.::Crazy Cora: Wire things up and I'll see right through. So, just tell me honestly. Are we lost?::Matthew Quigley: Nope. I know exactly where we are.::Crazy Cora: That's good, 'cause, frankly, I was gettin' a little worried.
She was his toy...and his triumph!
Those Super-Sleuths Go Saddle-Silly...IN A HORSEY AND BUGGY DAZE! Their NEWEST and FUNNIEST Joy-Ride!
4 HIT TUNES by Harry Revel and Paul Francis Webster..."Sunbean Serenade" "Old Timer" "Glory Be" "Hang Your Troubles on a Rainbow"
THEY'LL GIVE YOU THE "HOARSE" LAUGH...when I give THEM the laugh-laugh! A Fun-Hit You Can Place Your Money On to Win!
A WHIRLAWAY OF FUN! HA-HA HEE-HEE HO-HO HA-HA HEE-HEE HO-HO (original print ad - all caps)
The Horse-Laughs Are Running Wild!
Grover Mockridge: Go answer the door. It might be Warner.::Wilbur Hoolihan: It won't do no good. We're all signed up with Universal.
Umbrella Sam: [when asked why he always carries his umbrella, rain or shine] How should I know... I'm a Damon Runyon character!
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Two circus acrobats hurtle to their death when a wire snaps and their daughter, "Pinky" Horton, has to face the future as an orphan. Unwilling to live with her stern Aunt Hattie, she and Handy, a circus performer, load up Counto the Wonder Horse into a trailer and head to the California racing stable owned by her cousin, Dick. But the latter has lost everything, and refuses to accept a position in the soap factory owned by Herkimer Gould, the father of Dick's fiancée, Helen. "Pinky" is convinced that Counto is a horse filled with racing blood, and she spends the grocery money and sells their jalopy to get the funds needed to enter Counto in a claiming race.
Keywords: 1930s, acrobat, arrest, aunt-niece-relationship, b-movie, bail, barn, california, chinese, circus
A THOROUGHBRED...EVERY INCH OF HER...IN A FILM THAT'S A HONEY...EVERY FOOT OF IT! (original ad-all caps)
Edith hands you the swellest role of her young career...in a drama of true and daring hearts, beating to the mighty tempo of thundering action(ORIGINAL POSTER)
YOUR FAVORITE CYCLONE IN CURLS...IN HER BIGGEST TEMPTEST OF THRILLS! (original Herald-all caps)
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New York singer and nightclub owner Lady Lou has more men friends than you can imagine, unfortunately one of them is a vicious criminal who's escaped and is on the way to see "his" girl, not realizing she hasn't exactly been faithful in his absence. Help is at hand in the form of young Captain Cummings, a local temperance league leader, though.
Keywords: 1890s, 19th-century, accidental-killing, attorney, based-on-play, beauty, beer, black-maid, brushing-hair, cabaret-singer
Lady Lou: Why don't you come up some time and see me?
Lady Lou: Diamonds is my career.
Lady Lou: Come up again - any time.::Serge Stanieff: I shall, then I hope you will be alone.::Lady Lou: So do I, warm, dark and handsome.
Lady Lou: You know, it was a toss up whether I go in for diamonds or sing in the choir. The choir lost.
Lady Lou: Listen, when women go wrong, men go right after them.
Captain Cummings: Haven't you ever met a man that could make you happy?::Lady Lou: Sure, lots of times.
Captain Cummings: Well I... I gotta be getting back to the mission. Sally's father is waiting for me.::Lady Lou: Hmm, that oughta be interesting.
Captain Cummings: Well, surely you don't mind my holding your hand?::Lady Lou: It ain't heavy - I can hold it myself.
Serge Stanieff: I am delighted. I have heard so much about you.::Lady Lou: Yeah, but you can't prove it.
Frances: You know, ever since I sang that song it's been haunting me.::Rag Time Kelly: It SHOULD haunt you: You murdered it.
Tout, tout
Tout est fini entre nous
J'ai plus la force du tout
d'y croire et d'espérer
Tout, tout
À présent, je te dis tout
De ce vide entre nous
De tes mains désabusées
Tout, Tout ce qui nous unit
Tout ce qui nous détruit au corps
Est à présent fini
Tout ces moments incompris
Ces instants indecit s'écrivent
Au passé aujourd'hui...c'est fini...
Nous, On était pas comme les autres,
On décidait d'être entre autres
Les plus forts, les plus fous
Nous on avait rien à prouver
Nous on avait rien à gâcher
Sauf notre liberté
Nous, on a rien vu passer
Rien vu se déchirer
Pas même la force de ces années
Nous , on a joué le tout pour le tout
On s'est dis on s'en fout
On a l'univers rien qu'à nous
On a tout
Sors, sors
De mon sang, de mon corps
Sors, toi qui me gardes encore
Au creux de tes regrets
Parles, parles
Dis-le moi sans trembler
Que t'en a plus rien à cirer
Parles, pleures et je comprendrai
Tu sais, Tu sais que je peux tout entendre
Partir rester ou même me rendre
Que le ciel là-haut m'entende
Tout, tout, tout est fini entre nous,
J'ai plus la force du tout d'y croire et d'espérer
Tout, tout, tout est fini entre nous,
mais je garde l'espoir fou qu'un jour on redira
Nous...