Debbie (or Deb) is a fairly common given name, usually feminine, short for Deborah (or Debra) (which means "bee" in Hebrew) and is popular in most English-speaking countries. It reached its height of popularity in the United States in the 1970s.
In its original Biblical form, "Dvora" (דבורה) is a common female name in contemporary Israel, including:
John William "Will" Ferrell (/ˈfɛrəl/; born July 16, 1967) is an American comedian, impressionist, actor, and writer. Ferrell first established himself in the mid 1990s as a cast member on the NBC sketch comedy show Saturday Night Live, and has subsequently starred in the comedy films Old School, Elf, Anchorman, Talladega Nights, Stranger than Fiction, Blades of Glory, Semi-Pro, and The Other Guys. He is considered a member of the "Frat Pack", a generation of leading Hollywood comic actors who emerged in the late 1990s and the 2000s, including Jack Black, Ben Stiller, Steve Carell, Vince Vaughn, and brothers Owen and Luke Wilson.
Ferrell was born in Irvine, California, the son of Betty Kay (née Overman), a teacher who taught at Old Mill School elementary school and Santa Ana College, and Roy Lee Ferrell, Jr., a musician with The Righteous Brothers. His parents were both natives of Roanoke Rapids, North Carolina, and moved to California in 1964; Ferrell has Irish ancestry. Ferrell has a younger brother, Patrick. When he was 8, his parents divorced. Ferrell said of the divorce, "I was the type of kid who would say, 'Hey Look at the bright side! We'll have two Christmases.'" The divorce was amicable and both parents were committed to their children. The biggest problem was Lee's line of work. As a person in show business, his paychecks were never steady and he was gone from home months at a time. Growing up in the environment made Ferrell not want to go into show business, but get a steady job.
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Steven is shocked to find his new co-worker is a potato. Is this a joke? If so no one else in the office seems to be playing along: they're all acting as if it's completely normal. Confusion leads to anger Steven attempts to uncover the truth behind the situation and comes ever closer to snapping. Why the hell is there a potato working in his office? And how has it managed to get promoted above him?
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Peter and Debbie's marriage is falling apart. She can't forgive him for his office affair with Margaret, his boss' secretary. Debbie's anger and jealousy pushes her into a similar affair with Frank, a man from Peter's office, while their daughter, Edie, fights through the often difficult period of sexual awakening and first love. The married couple's home is the omniscient character. The rooms are temples to a life ill spent; a decade's worth of consumer products. A sparse deconstruction of the American melodrama with a visceral yet beautiful finale, A Roof Over Our Heads is the fragmented story of man and his wife and their lovers.
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Debbie and Jeff, two Penn State students, stumble through the college-dating scene in the 1970s. As the budding young couple discovers that even a good first impression sometimes needs a second chance, they occasionally find themselves at the whim of their older selves, who serve as narrators.
Fear what evil lurks in the shadows
When you've really got to go.
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An over-the-hill rodeo champion gets fired from his assembly line job in Texas. He and a buddy then decide to head to Wyoming to get a job herding mustangs. His wife gives him her his blessing, knowing he needs to find something which satisfies his spirit. They sign up for a roundup headed by a veteran cowboy. With the job, he finds himself cross-wise of a corrupt government official, who is making big profits on the illegal sale of wild horses. He also finds himself in the affections of the daughter of an old ranch owner.
hey debbie,
how you been? its me Mary Jane.
you know, your only daughter; the one you left in pain.
the one you left over the heroin and cocaine, and its
been really hard for me to come see you again
and i don't even know if Im hurt, or if I'm mad...
oh, and by the way, have you seen or heard from dad?
I think he's doing good he's living with his new wife.
I heard she keeps him clean and I guess she treats him
right.
and I know how pop-pop died really must have hurt you,
cancer took the only father both of us ever knew.
and its been really hard on grandma, we don't speak any
longer; she disowned me too, told me I was just like my
mother.
and I know that being a teenage mom wasn"t that
appealing, but I can still remember the sun you painted
on my ceiling.
now Im an artist too except I do it for the healing; to
take away this heartache and this misery Im feeling.
AND IVE GROWN TIRED OF BEING ALONE
LORD I KNOW
STARRY EYES CLOSE
AND MOMMA WHY WONT YOU EVER COME HOME
STARRY EYES CLOSE
They say that you and I, we share the same traits...
the same pretty eyes, they say they see you in my face.
same Cybil moods, same wicked ways, same addictions,
except you took it to the vein.
I was always afraid of you, the track marks on your
arms.
and you were always passing out and taking me to bars.
or you left me alone, or you left me in the car, now Im
all alone and you left me with these scars!
My sleep is filled with nightmares about the life you
chose.
were you alone in that apartment, did you really
overdose?
I wonder, could I have stopped it, did you even leave a
note?
I didn't even know you lived a mile from my home!
that afternoon I heard you died I thought it was a
joke;
I didn't know that you were sick, or that you had had a
stroke.
I would have went to see you at least we could have
spoke.
why'd you have to die so young you were just 33 years
old!!
AND IVE GROWN TIRED OF BEING ALONE
LORD I KNOW
STARRY EYES CLOSE
AND MOMMA WHY WONT YOU EVER COME HOME
STARRY EYES CLOSE
Well here I am momma, standing at your grave.
lay my head down on the marble just to ease the pain.
I used to come here all the time and pray that you were
saved; get on my knees close my eyes and ask the lord
for strength.
and I understand cause I got my own set of sins, but it
makes me sad to think how WEAK you really must of been.
you had a choice between your only child and heroin,
and it was heroin that won the battle in the end?
and not a day goes by I don't think about what could
have been, but in the end I'm at your grave fighting
tears again.
I miss you bad as fuck, my throat keeps tightening up,
do you even remember I have a birthday coming up?
Until the day...not a day goes by that you don't walk
with me.
there's so many things I wanna say but I guess its just
to late,
Radio operator to the tower
Debbie's comin' in for a landing
Oh put your head between your knees
Caused by the vibrations of love
They're about to shake me to pieces
(chorus)
Shell-shocked supersonic blonde
Hyperphonic female
Dark sunglasses on
Everyone is here to see
Her all-girl rock band
Vortex pulls me in
The vortex spits me out
Jet-eyed glitter child strappin' on a gold guitar
We witness the ultrasonic imploding exitation
Bodies exhausted in total elation
chorus
Oh Debbie
Queen of the underground
Carrying her gold guitar
The show is over
My downtown baby is headin' home
Singing a song
She's walkin' alone
She walking down the block
Now she's comin' my way
As our hearts and our dark sunglasses lock
chorus
Every day-every day
Just a little bit wilder
Every day-every day
Just a little bit tighter
Every day-every day
Just a little bit wilder
Every day-every day
Just a little bit tighter
Debbie was a lesbian yesterday
Woe, oh, oh, ay, ay
Fighting all the way her mother's hair to gray
And the clock strikes S E X with the girlfriend next
We can watch from our window like a sick insect
I get chills through my spine when I see her in over time
Debbie went to Broadway yesterday
Woe, oh, oh, ay, ay
Twisting every boy toys neck all day
Like a pinprick right through the heart they have no chance
Like a freak in a brothel wanting cheap romance
She wore black round the eyes just to scare all the normal guys
Debbie's changing faces everyday until she noticed me
With an infectious kiss of jealousy
She's making eyes at me
Debbie was a lesbian yesterday
Woe, oh, oh, ay, ay
Changing with the times this phase won't stay
And the clock strikes Y E S with complete distress
Phoney lovely now cause she's my sick princess
I can tell she's the one
I never thought depression so much fun
Debbie's changing faces everyday until she noticed me
With an infectious kiss of jealousy
She's making eyes at me
Debbie was a lesbian yesterday
Woe, oh, oh, ay, ay
Fighting all the way her mother's hair to gray
And the clock strikes S E X with the girlfriend next
We can watch from our window like a sick insect
I get chills through my spine when I see her in over time
Debbie's changing faces everyday until she noticed me
With an infectious kiss of jealousy
She's making eyes at me
Debbie's changing faces everyday until she noticed me
With an infectious kiss of jealousy
Debbie your the one that I'm thinkin' of
You got me up every night
The way you bake a cake the way your booty shakes
Its not wrong but it cant be right
Oh Debbie
Debbie
Debbie on my mind
Oh Debbie
Debbie
Debbie all the time
Oh come to me sweet Debbie because I could do you well
Its like a symphony when your next to me but with out you its a living hell
Oh Debbie in the morning time and Debbie in the afternoon
Oh Debbie your the one for me and I'm the one for you
(The way you bat your eye the way you make me cry)
(Debbie I hope I can see you soon)
Radio operator to the tower
Debbie's comin' in for a landing
Oh put your head between your knees
Caused by the vibrations of love
They're about to shake me to pieces
(chorus)
Shell-shocked supersonic blonde
Hyperphonic female
Dark sunglasses on
Everyone is here to see
Her all-girl rock band
Vortex pulls me in
The vortex spits me out
Jet-eyed glitter child strappin' on a gold guitar
We witness the ultrasonic imploding exitation
Bodies exhausted in total elation
chorus
Oh Debbie
Queen of the underground
Carrying her gold guitar
The show is over
My downtown baby is headin' home
Singing a song
She's walkin' alone
She walking down the block
Now she's comin' my way
As our hearts and our dark sunglasses lock
chorus
Every day-every day
Just a little bit wilder
Every day-every day
Just a little bit tighter
Every day-every day
Just a little bit wilder
Every day-every day
There was a time when home was home
Things couldn磘 come to be alone
Weather was fine and moods were high
Some in the distance tried to fly
But suddenly a storm did wake
Woke up with pain - too much to take
The ashes fly and fruits are bruised
We can磘 deny - something we would use
Debbie wants to go far away
Far away from home, no rules to break
Debbie wants to know how the angels fly
Debbie wants to live and rest a while
And now she磗 gone away, her parents cry
And if they only could they would retry
But debbie she has learned how angels fly
She left her life and died, but who knows why