Stick It
written by Jessica Bendinger
Haley Graham: It's the same old championships but I am a totally
different person. And even though I am pretty sure I will be judged for
who I was and not who I am I know I have to face this. Four events and
four judges per event. That's sixteen judges ready to tell us just how
badly we suck. Sixteen people ready to tell us just how perfect we're not.
But here we are chasing perfection. The problem is, perfection doesn't
exist. But just try telling that to the judges.
It doesn't matter how hard we run or how high we flip. Leave your hands
on the vault table too long, deduction. If you use one arm instead of two,
big deduction. And if your feet clip the vault before they hit the floor,
you're done. So you say you want lyrics in your floor music…haha…
huge deduction. The music finishes but you don't, two tenth deduction. It
doesn't matter how well you do. It's how well you follow their rules.
And that just blows.
Serenity
written by Joss Whedon
Mal: This report is maybe 12 years old. Parliament buried it, and it
stayed buried till River dug it up. This is what they feared she knew.
And they were right to fear because there's a whole universe of folk who
are gonna know it, too. They're gonna see it. Somebody has to speak for
these people. You all got on this boat for different reasons but you all
come to the same place. So now I’m asking more of you than I have
before. Maybe all. 'Cause sure as I know anything, I know this, they will
try again. Maybe on another world, maybe on this very ground, swept
clean. A year from now, ten, they’ll swing back to the belief that they
can make people … better. And I do not hold to that. So no more
running. I aim to misbehave.
The Princess Diaries
written by Gina Wendkos, from the novel by Meg Cabot
Mia: Hi, um... hello. I'm Mia. Um, it's stopped raining! I'm really no
good at speech-making. Normally I get so nervous that I faint or run
away, or sometimes I even get sick. But you really didn't need to know
that... But I'm not so afraid anymore. See, my father helped me. Earlier
this evening had every intention of giving up my claim to the throne.
And my mother 0helped me, by telling me it was ok, and by supporting
me like she has for my entire life. But then I wondered how I'd feel after
abdicating my role as Princess of Genovia. Would I feel relieved, or
would I feel sad? And then I realized how many stupid times a day I use
the word 'I.' And probably all I ever do is think about myself. And how
lame is that when there's like seven billion other people out there on the
planet, and... sorry, I'm going too fast. But then I thought, if I cared
about the other seven billion out there, instead of just me, that's probably
a much better use of my time.
See, if i were Princess of Genovia, then my thoughts and the thoughts of
people smarter than me would be much better heard, and just maybe
those thoughts could be turned into actions. So this morning when I
woke up, I was Mia Thermopolis. But now I choose to be forevermore,
Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi, Princess of Genovia.
Practical Magic
written by Robin Swicord, Akiva Goldsman, & Adam Brooks, from
the novel by Alice Hoffman
Sally Owens: Sometimes I feel there is a hole inside me... An emptiness
that, at times, seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear,
you could probably hear the ocean. And the moon tonight: there's a
circle around it --- a sign of trouble not far behind. I have this dream of
being whole... Of not going to sleep each night wanting, but still
sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing, I dream of a
love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to
love me. I want to be seen. I don't know... Maybe I've had my happiness.
I don't want to believe it, but there is no man... Only that moon.
The Notebook
written by Jan Sardi & Jeremy Leven, from the novel by Nicholas
Sparks
Allie: Do you remember sneaking over here the first time you told me
about this place? I got home late that evening, and my parents were
furious when I finally came in. I can still picture my daddy standing in
the living room, my mother on the sofa, staring straight ahead. I swear,
they looked as if a family member had died. That was the first time my
parents knew I was serious about you, and my mother had a long talk
with me later that night. She said to me,"Sometimes, our future is
dictated by who we are, not what we want." And I know it was wrong of
her to keep your letters from me, but just try to understand. Once we left,
she probably thought it would be easier for me to just let go. In her
mind, she was trying to protect my feelings, and she probably thought
the best way to do that was to hide the letters you sent. Not that any of it
matters, now that I have Lon. He's handsome, charming, successful. He's
kind to me, he makes me laugh, and I know he loves me in his own
special way...but there's always going to be something missing in our
relationship -- the kind of love we had that summer.
How to Train Your Dragon
written by William Davies, Dean DeBlois, and Chris Sanders, from
the novel by Cressida Cowell
Hiccup (Jay Baruchel): This is Berk. It's twelve days north of Hopeless
and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It's located solidly on the
Meridian of Misery. My village. In a word? Sturdy. And it's been here
for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing,
hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the
pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes, we have dragons.
Most people would leave. But not us. We're Vikings. We have
stubbornness issues. My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know. But, it's
not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes
and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that. That's
Stoick the Vast, Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby he
popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders. Do I believe it? Yes, I
do. The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber.
I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well, little-er. See? Old
village, lots and lots of new houses. Oh and that's Fishlegs, Snotlout. the
twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut and...Astrid. Aw, their job is so much cooler.
One day I'll get out there. Because killing a dragon is everything around
here. A Nadderhead is sure to get me at least noticed. Gronckles are
tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend. A
Zippleback? Exotic. Two heads, twice the status. Then there's the
Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have
this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire. But the ultimate prize is the
one dragon no one's ever seen. We call it the... This thing never steals
food, never shows itself and...never misses. No one has ever killed a
Night Fury. That's why I'm going to be the first.
Ferris Bueller's Day Off
written by John Hughes
Ferris Bueller: The key to faking out the parents is the clammy hands.
It's a good non-specific symptom. A lot of people will tell you that a
phony fever is a dead lock, but if you get a nervous mother, you could
land in the doctor's office. That's worse than school. What you do is, you
fake a stomach cramp, and when you're bent over, moaning and wailing,
(confidentally) you lick your palms. It's a little childish and stupid, but
then, so is high school.
I did have a test today. That wasn't bullshit. It's on European socialism. I
mean, really, what's the point? I'm not European, I don't plan on being
European, so who gives a crap if they're socialist? They could be fascist
anarchists - that still wouldn't change the fact that I don't own a car. Not
that I condone fascism, or any ism for that matter. Isms in my opinion
are not good. A person should not believe in an ism - he should believe
in himself. I quote John Lennon: "I don't believe in Beatles - I just
believe in me." A good point there. Of course, he was the Walrus. I
could be the Walrus - I'd still have to bum rides off of people.
Aladdin
written by Roger Allers, Ron Clements, Ted Elliott, John Musker, &
Terry Rossio
Genie: Aaaaahhhhh! OY! Ten-thousand years will give ya such a crick
in the neck! Whoa! Does it feel good to be outta there! (pretends to
have a microphone) Nice to be back, ladies and gentlemen. (to
Aladdin) Hi, where ya from? What's your name? Aladdin! Hello,
Aladdin. Nice to have you on the show. Can we call you 'Al?' Or maybe
just 'Din?' Or howbout 'Laddi?' (suddenly is wearing a kilt) Sounds like
"Here, boy! C'mon, Laddi!" Do you smoke? Mind if I do? Oh, sorry
Cheetah, hope I didn't singe the fur! Hey, Rugman! Haven't seen you in
a few millennia! Slap me some tassel! Yo! Yeah! (high-fives carpet)
Say, you're a lot smaller than my last master. Either that or I'm gettin'
bigger. Look at me from the side, do I look different to you? That's right,
you're my master! He can be taught!! What would you wish of me, (as
Arnold Schwarzenegger) the ever impressive, (inside a cube) the long
contained, (as a ventriloquist with a dummy) often imitated, but never
duplicated....he multiplies into about 7 different Genies)...duplicated,
duplicated, duplicated, duplicated, duplicated, duplicated, duplicated,
duplicated, duplicated.... Genie! Of! The Lamp! (as Ed Sullivan) Right
here direct from the lamp, right here for your enjoyment wish
fulfillment. Thank youuuuu! (back) You get three wishes to be exact.
And ix-nay on the wishing for more wishes. That's it, three. Uno, dos,
tres. No substitutions, exchanges or refunds. Master, I don't think you
quite realize what you've got here! So why don't you just ruminate,
while I illuminate the possibilities!
Atlantis: The Lost Empire
written by Tab Murphy, story by Tab Murphy, David Reynolds,
Gary Trousdale, Joss Whedon, Kirk Wise, Bryce Zabel, and Jackie
Zabel
Milo: Good afternoon, gentlemen. First off, I’d like to thank this board
for taking the time to hear my proposal. Now we’ve all heard of the
legend of Atlantis, a continent somewhere in the mid-Atlantic that was
home to an advanced civilization, possessing technology far beyond our
own…that, according to our friend Plato here, was suddenly struck by
some cataclysmic event that sank it beneath the sea. Now some of you
may ask, why Atlantis? It’s just a myth, isn’t it? Pure fantasy?
Well…that…is where you’d be wrong. Ten thousand years before the
Egyptians built the pyramids, Atlantis had electricity, advanced
medicine, even the power of flight. Impossible, you say! Well, no, no,
not for them. Numerous ancient cultures all over the globe agreed that
Atlantis possessed a power source of some kind, more powerful than
steam, than coal, more powerful than our modern internal combustion
engines. Gentlemen, I propose that we find Atlantis, find that power
source, and bring it back to the surface. Now, this is a page from an
illuminated text that describes a book that is called “The Shepherd’s
Journal,” said to have been a firsthand account of Atlantis and its exact
whereabouts. Now, based on a centuries-old translation of the Norse
text, historians have believed the journal resides in Ireland, but after
comparing the text to the ruins of this Viking shield, I found that one of
the letters had been mistranslated. So, by changing this letter, and
inserting the correct one, we find that the Shepherd’s Journal, the key to
Atlantis….lies not in Ireland, gentlemen, but in Iceland! (softly) Pause
for effect. Gentlemen, I’ll take your questions now.