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Plot
Martin Bonner has just moved to Nevada from the East Coast, leaving behind his two adult children and a life he spent more than two decades building. He's there working a new job as the volunteer coordinator for a non-profit organization that helps prisoners make the transition from incarceration to freedom. It's Martin's first job in two years and he's recently declared bankruptcy. At the same time, Travis Holloway, a prisoner in the program, is being released after serving twelve years. Sent back into the world with nothing, Travis also finds life in Reno difficult to adjust to, despite the help from his program sponsor, Steve Helms. The stories of Martin and Travis slowly converge, as the two men meet and find that they have much in common, not the least of which is an unspoken need for encouragement and support. Their unlikely friendship blossoms but is put to the test when Travis betrays Martin's trust in order to reunite with his estranged daughter.
Keywords: 8-track, answering-machine, apartment, art-gallery, auction, auctioneer, australian, awkward-situation, awkwardness, bank
Where you get more than just a hair cut!
Where you get more than just a hair cut!
Plot
Stan Ross was a baseball superstar who turned his back on the game years ago when he finally hit 3,000 hits. Years later, he's now a successful, self-made entrepreneur whose many businesses revolve around his title: Mr. 3000. But a clerical error has proven that Stan is just short three hits of his spectacular hit record. Now, with time on his side and the potential to be inducted in the Baseball Hall of Fame, Stan must return back to the game and get back his title. But things have changed with age, and as Stan finds out, it's not too easy to get back into the game when he hasn't played for years, and he's nearing 50.
Keywords: 1990s, athlete, baseball, baseball-movie, bottle, cartoon-on-tv, character-name-in-title, coach, comeback, fake-commercial
He's putting the "I" back in team.
Big league. Big mouth. Big time.
Back in the game. Out of his league.
Hits theaters everywhere.
Big Horse Borelli: You know, a lot of people said that Stan only looked out for himself, that he wasn't a team player. But I'm here to tell you, if you get 3000 hits, you don't have to be a team player. If you have a lifetime .314 average, you don't have to be a good guy. If you lead the league in batting for three years, you can be the biggest jerk in the world!
Norton: Hey Ross, why don't you just go sit on the bench? You're not getting this hit off of me. Deal with it!
Stan: Pitch to me!::Norton: Reach out there and get it.
Minadeo: Stan Ross! You're batting 8th!::Stan: 8th! That's for banjo hitters. I never batted lower than 5th in my life.::Fukuda: You bat there now, you son of my dick.
Rex 'T-Rex' Pennebaker: When you get a base hit in this millennium, then you can come on down there, and talk to me.
Stan: Stan, you're going to be the best looking cat in the Hall of Fame, that's for dog gone sure.
Tom Arnold: Hey, we're sorry about all that stuff we said before you hit that homer...::Stan: Yeah, you wouldn't be anywhere if it wasn't for Roseanne.
[Stan is in a commerical]::Stan: You don't like me because I sign autographs. [hits a baseball] You don't like me because I tell you what's on my mind. [Hits another baseball] But you love me because I am the greatest hitters alive! [swings a few more hits]
Gus Panas: That man was safe!
Plot
Bobby is a struggling boxer and bodyguard for his stripper girlfriend. But he hates his work and wants to move up. So he agrees to go to New York City for his boss to help in the delivery for a money laundering scheme. His partner in crime is his best friend Ricky, an obnoxious loudmouth who has seen one too many mafia movies. Bobby tries to keep it cool and get the job done, but Ricky's antics threaten to blow the entire situation.
Keywords: acting-musician, adultery, airplane, argument, ashtray, bachelor-party, bad-temper, bar-fight, barbed-wire, baseball-bat
Welcome to disorganized crime
Ricky Slade: You wanna bet me that I can't get a gun?::Bobby: You couldn't even get a handjob from the bridge and tunnel posse at the club last night!
Ricky Slade: We need guns.::Bobby: We don't need guns.::Ricky Slade: I'm telling you man, I'm pretty sure we need guns.::Bobby: I listened to them and they specifically said we don't need guns.::Ricky Slade: That's all the more reason why you do need a gun.::Bobby: You couldn't even get a gun.::Ricky Slade: You wanna bet, you wanna bet me if I could get a gun?::Bobby: You couldn't get a handjob from the bridge and tunnel posse.::Ricky Slade: That's because that fuckin' girl had issues with the bathtub and the other thing. Now float me a hundred bucks.::Bobby: For what?::Ricky Slade: You wanna see how fast I can get a gun?::Bobby: What happened to your money?::Ricky Slade: I have it, I have some stuff left.::Bobby: How much?::Ricky Slade: I've got like 80.::Bobby: $80!::Ricky Slade: 80 plus five, I've got five in the room, $85.::Bobby: $85, what happened to the 1500?::Ricky Slade: Well you could have picked up a fuckin' tab once in a while!::Bobby: I picked up half the fuckin' tab!
Ruiz: [to Ricky] And who the fuck told you Red Dragon?::Ruiz: [to Horace] You fat motherfucker.
Ricky Slade: [to Jim the Driver] [rolls window up] Takin' a time out from you, Jimbo.::Bobby: That's not cool.::Ricky Slade: I don't want him fuckin' looking at me all the time.::Bobby: I don't want him to think your fuckin' blowing me.::Ricky Slade: You're so fucking wierd.
Chloe: Isn't it fun?::Ricky Slade: What's that, sweetie?::Chloe: Isn't it fun?::Ricky Slade: What's that?::Chloe: Isn't it fun?::Ricky Slade: What fun?::Chloe: Isn't it fun to paint?::Ricky Slade: To paint? Yeah, I love it! Really calms me down. Frogs aren't purple by the way. Have you ever seen a purple frog?::Chloe: Yes.::Ricky Slade: Yeah. Okay, when? When you were asleep?
Ricky Slade: Excuse me, what, you don't have to hit me. Excuse me.::Bernardo: What?::Ricky Slade: I'm sweeping, you don't have to hit me with your whip. What do you have a horse outside, don't hit me with the whip please.
Ricky Slade: I don't know why we don't get a drink, sittin' inside this place.::Bobby: Chloe wanted to come here.::Ricky Slade: She doesn't know where the hell she is, Bob. She'd have more fun if we were at Bordner's. She could play the trivia game that she likes or the little racing game thing she does .::Bobby: She's a little girl, little girls don't like going to bars.::Ricky Slade: We had fun. We went to bars when we were kids. Met all the different people. Right? Remember Slimmy?::Salesperson: Excuse me sir, there's no smoking in here.::Ricky Slade: Why, you serving food?::Salesperson: No, it's store policy. And you can't sit at a station without purchasing a ceramic.::Ricky Slade: You believe this shit. I can't sit at a station without purchasing a ceramic. Well, why don't you bring me a ashtray then. Can I color me that, a ceramic ashtray?
Ruiz: Don't "easy Ruiz" me, you turned an Easter egg hunt into a butt-fuck-a-thon.
[Ricky tries to convince Bob they should get a gun]::Ricky Slade: Here's scenario B for you Bob, see how you feel about this one. Now I don't know if you've noticed this or not, but I think I'm starting to get under Ruiz's skin as well, OK? It all started with the whole Red Dragon, or the Welsh guy, whatever, they can play it down all they want but you know 200 grand's a lot of fucking money! It's a fucking lot of money! OK? 200 grand is definitely a lot of fucking money! And now I've got Ruiz calling me fucking Fruit-Pie the fucking magician! Tellin' me that I can't fucking call my main man Max, who fucking sent me out on the fucking operation? And what about the Welsh guy? He's fucking scat all over, they fucking disappear and talk! And you haven't noticed this either but when he's not fucking looking at me or you're fucking doing whatever, I've got fucking Jimmy in the mirror with his shit too. It's fucking coming at me from here, I don't know where it is! It might be coming this way, it might be coming that way, but the fucking shit's coming and I'm not gonna be late for the fucking dance man, I'm not gonna be fucking late for the dance on this one.::Bobby: You're not getting a gun.
Ricky Slade: We're gonna take a break from you Jimmy.::[Rolls up window in limo]::Bobby: Could you not do that?::Ricky Slade: Do what?::Bobby: I don't want him to think that you're blowing me back here.
Plot
Gabriel, an aspiring writer of Broadway musicals, meets Mark, a muscled stripper, who picks him up on the subway. They spend the night trying to find somewhere to be alone... forced to contend with Gabriel's selfish roommate, his irritating best friend, and a vicious, jealous drag queen in a gay dance club. The sun rises on a promising new relationship.
Keywords: actress, aspiring-musician, backstage, band, bar, bare-breasts, bare-chested-male, bisexual, blow-job, cabaret
A story about two guys trying to make it in the big city
Katherine: Oh my god, I have to tell you about this reall artsy party this French-Canadian girl in my acting class threw. Like everyone there they wrote like poems or novellas or something. So this one college guy, he was asian, he gets up with his little leather portfolio with a satin ribbon to tie it shut and he's gonna read his poetry. But before he starts reading, he tells us about his fascinations with the human body and he says what fascinates him even more is what comes out of the human body. [sighs to her french fries] I know I'm really lactose intolerant but I really wish these had cheese on them. Anyway, evidentally he's tasted everything that's come out of his body except shit and he says he'll probably taste that one day too. And then he reads a poem about "shit" so I'm thinking, "Okay, this guy really likes shit," right? And then he keeps reading and he reads 17 poems all about shit. 17! I'm not kidding. And he's talking about the smells and the colors and the farting... Gabe, can you pass me the ketchup? Thanks. Anyway, I was so relieved when he got tired of reading. Then this ethnic woman stands up, she was like Native American or Pilipino, I can never really tell the difference, she didn't have a poem to read so she tells us about a problem that she's having. A sex problem. She says that there's like some force that's making her screw around all the time. All these guys are after her and I mean, she's not what I would call sexy. Well, not that I'm into women that way, but I can tell when a woman's sexy. I mean, she's not what I would call a skank or anything, she's just not what I would call sexy, that's all. So, anyway, this is really funny [chuckles] , I drank soo much homemade ice tea that I really had to pee right in the middle of her story, right? So I get up, I go to the bathroom, but the bathroom door's locked. So I'm kind of standing there looking at the wallpaper, which is really kind of giving me a headache. Then all of a sudden the toilet flushes, the door opens and the "shit guy" walks out and he's smiling. And not one of those like polite acknowledgement smiles, but he's like SMILING like he's happy about something and all of a sudden I didn't have to pee anymore.
Gabriel: I left because of what the drag queen in the bathroom told me.::Judy: There was a drag queen in the bathroom?
Scary Man: You're cute as shit!
Ex Go-Go Boy: See, you work for tips. Sometimes you make a hundred, and if they like you, you make a hundred and fifty. And... If you do the other stuff... [puts a dollar in Mark's g-string] [to Mark] Shove off baby, that's all you're getting from me tonight.::Gabriel: Do you do the other stuff?::Ex Go-Go Boy: No, not since I found Jesus.
Katherine: Where are you going? I thought we could grab a chicken Caesar at Cosi's Soup and Burger?
Katherine: [Performing the song Gabriel wrote for his Broadway workshop class]... Enter you In less than no time LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LUM LITTY...
Katherine: Did you find a rhyme for the lyric in the second "A?"::Gabriel: I'm working on it.
Gabriel: [realizing the missing verse of his song after kissing Mark - sung] Enter you / In less than no time / [beat] this ugly drama has become pretty.
Little Dyke: Shit's shit. Give it a rest, you Nancy priss-ass, and let us enjoy ourselves!
Mark: You know, I think it's good how this turned out.::Gabriel: You do?::Mark: Yeah. We got the hard part over with.::Gabriel: Oh, what about the sex?::Mark: What kind of a girl do you think I am?
Plot
Based on the 1930's pulp fiction and radio drama series, the film pits the hero against his arch enemy, Shiwan Khan, who plans to take over the world by holding a city ransom using an atom bomb. Using his powers of invisibility and "The power to cloud men's minds", the Shadow comes blazing to the city's rescue with explosive results.
Keywords: 1930s, anti-hero, attempted-murder, based-on-comic, based-on-comic-book, based-on-pulp-magazine, based-on-radio-show, blonde, bomb, box-office-flop
The Shadow Knows!
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?
Moe Shrevnitz: [puts a ring from the Shadow on Tam's finger] Don't ever take it off.::Dr. Roy Tam: [confused] Who *are* you?::Moe Shrevnitz: [holds up his hand with an identical ring on it] Somebody who owes him their life... somebody just like *you*.
The Shadow: I saved your life, Roy Tam. It now belongs to me.::Dr. Roy Tam: It does?
Margo Lane: Oh, God I dreamed.::Lamont Cranston: So did I. What did you dream?::Margo Lane: I was lying naked on a beach in the South Seas. The tide was coming up to my toes. The sun was beating down. My skin hot and cool at the same time. It was wonderful. What was yours?::Lamont Cranston: I dreamed I tore all the skin off my face and was somebody else underneath.::Margo Lane: You have problems.::Lamont Cranston: I'm aware of that.
[repeated line]::Moe Shrevnitz: Somebody's coming.
Shiwan Khan: Your mind is like an open book to me!::Lamont Cranston: Then learn how to read!
Lamont Cranston: You are a barbarian.::Shiwan Khan: Thank you.
Shiwan Khan: In three days, the entire world will hear my roar, and willingly fall subject to the lost empire of Shan Kahn. That is a lovely tie, by the way. May I ask where you acquire it::Lamont Cranston: Brooks Brothers.::Shiwan Khan: Is that mid-town.::Lamont Cranston: 45th and Madison. You are a barbarian.::Shiwan Khan: Thank you. We both are.
Margo Lane: We need each other.::Lamont Cranston: No we don't.::Margo Lane: We have a connection.::Lamont Cranston: No we don't.::Margo Lane: Then how can you explain that I can read your thoughts?::Lamont Cranston: My thoughts are hard to miss.::Margo Lane: And why is that?::Lamont Cranston: Psychically, I'm very well endowed.::Margo Lane: I'll bet you are.
Dr. Roy Tam: I guess you would call it an implosive-explosive sub-molecular device.::Lamont Cranston: Or an Atomic Bomb.::Dr. Roy Tam: Hey, that's catchy.
Lamont Cranston: Am I in hell?::Tulku: Not yet.