The Sherpa people are an ethnic group in eastern Nepal.
The word may also refer to:
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When he's accused of murdering a charismatic snake named Mamba, Merri Sherman sets into motion a chain of events that could result in the world's takeover by a cult that worships a magic basketball, known only as the Orange Roundie. His only hope to stop this is by following the instructions of an ancient prophesy, which may also be predicting his own doom.
Keywords: basketball, cult, independent-film, murder, snake
The world's about to get a whole lot Roundier.
Plot
When Longfellow Deeds, a small-town pizzeria owner and poet, inherits $40 billion from his deceased uncle, he quickly begins rolling in a different kind of dough. Moving to the big city, Deeds finds himself besieged by opportunists all gunning for their piece of the pie. Babe, a television tabloid reporter, poses as an innocent small-town girl to do an exposé on Deeds. Of course, Deeds' sincere naiveté has Babe falling in love with him instead. Ultimately, Deeds comes to find that money truly has the power to change things, but it doesn't necessarily need to change him.
Keywords: abbreviation-in-title, apple-tree, bare-butt, billionaire, blown-cover, butler, car-accident, car-crash, cat, character-name-in-title
Don't let the fancy clothes fool you.
Small town kid, big time right hook
Crazy Eyes: I watch the stock market channel all the time - I just watch because I suspect that anchor man of being an evil leprechaun... he can bullshit everybody else, but he ain't fooling me.
Helicopter Pilot: You own the Jets, Deeds.
Emilio: How can I thank you?::Longfellow Deeds: All I want is your friendship, Emilio. You're a good man.::Emilio: Deeds! How about a billion dollars?::Longfellow Deeds: Alright.::Emilio: Done.
Longfellow Deeds: Whoa, you kinda snuck up on me there...::Emilio: I am very very sneaky, sir.
[Longfellow Deeds is showing Emilio his frostbitten foot]::Emilio: The hideousness of that foot will haunt my dreams forever.::Longfellow Deeds: Oh, yeah. I've heard that before
Babe: You must be Jan. My name is...::Jan: I know who you are. Wham-Bam Dawson, a.k.a. Little Miss Slut-slut.::Babe: Okay, I deserved that...::Jan: Do you have any idea how much you hurt him? You're not getting anywhere near that boy.::Babe: I have to find him, and there's nothing you can do to stop me.::Jan: [rolls up her sleeves] There's a lot I can do to stop you.::Babe: He needs to know how bad I feel, and I would go to the end of the earth, I would do anything, *anything*, to take back what I did to him.::Jan: ...I'm sorry? All I heard was, "blah blah blah, I'm a dirty tramp."
[Deeds comes to rescue a girl fallen into a frozen pond, but stops when he sees it's Babe]::Longfellow Deeds: Where do you got the camera hidden? In the woods?::Babe: [shivering] No camera! I'm s-s-so cold! Please!::Longfellow Deeds: You're gonna get mugged in there, too?::Babe: I'm s-s-s-so s-s-s-sorry! I really l-l-love you!::Longfellow Deeds: Bu-bu-bu-bu-bullshit!
Longfellow Deeds: It's hard to soar with the eagles when you're surrounded by turkeys.
Longfellow Deeds: What up, Chuck?
[Anderson raises his hand after Chuck Cedar asks if anyone knows a doctor that just faxed them]::Chuck Cedar: Congratulations, you have a spastic colon.::Cecil Anderson: That would explain a lot.
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Derek Zoolander is VH1's three time male model of the year, but when Hansel wins the award instead, Zoolander's world becomes upside down. His friends disappear, his father is disappointed in him, and he feels that he's not good as a model anymore. But when evil fashion guru Mugatu hires Zoolander, he thinks his life has turned back round again, that is until he finds out that Mugatu has actually brainwashed him to kill the Prime Minister of Malaysia. Can Zoolander and his new friends find out how to prevent the incident before it's too late?
Keywords: 2000s, absurdism, assassination, assassination-attempt, bare-chested-male, based-on-sketch-comedy, betrayal, black-and-white-scene, blackface, brainwashing
3% Body Fat. 1% Brain Activity.
Mugatu: They're break-dance fighting.
Derek Zoolander: I'm pretty sure there's a lot more to life than being really, really, ridiculously good looking. And I plan on finding out what that is.
Larry Zoolander: Damnit Derek, I'm a coal miner, not a professional film or television actor.
Derek Zoolander: Moisture is the essence of wetness, and wetness is the essence of beauty.
Derek Zoolander: Have you ever wondered if there was more to life, other than being really, really, ridiculously good looking?
Billy Zane: It's a walk-off!
Derek Zoolander: What say we settle this on the runway... Han-Solo?::Hansel: Are you challenging me to a walk-off... Boo-Lander?
Derek Zoolander: Seriously, do you like service yourself ten times a day?
Derek Zoolander: But why male models?::J.P. Prewitt: Are you serious? I just told you that a moment ago.
Hansel: I friggin' worship you, man.
Me and the vivid girl
In our hammock to the stars
Staring into the fire before TV
The remote-control's on Mars
In the dope of the pigment
In a poetic state of mind
In a flood of the country
We lay down to kill some time
And we spoke languidly
Of the Northern Bee
And collecting dewdrops for tea
Underneath the cannonball tree
We were high, we were Sherpa-high
We conspired against old friends
We said, "We must be friends or die"
And we've died a thousand times since then
And we spoke long at length
Of the fight or flee
And of nothing in particularly
Underneath the cannonball tree
We spoke off-handedly
Of the new extremes
And of nothing in particularly
Underneath the cannonball tree
We're at that point where we love or hate it
We can write it down and obliterate it
When we're at the point when we neither love nor hate it
me and the vivid girl in our hammock to the stars staring into the fire before tv, the remote-control's on Mars
in the dope of the pigment, in a poetic state of mind in a flood of country we lay down to kill some time
and we spoke languidly of the northern bee and collecting dewdrops for tea underneath the cannonball tree
we were high, we were sherpa-high, we conspired against old friends we said we must be friends or die and we've died a
thousand times since then
and we spoke long, at length of the fight or flee and of nothing in particularly underneath the cannonball tree
we spoke off-handedly of the new extremes and of nothing in particularly underneath the cannonball tree
we're at the point where we love or hate it we can write it down and obliterate it when we're at the pint when we neither love
nor hate it we can lay down and obliterate it