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Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Forest Gump

I think i want to use this monologue


Forrest Gump
written by Eric Roth & Winston Groom

Forrest:
You died on a Saturday morning, and I had you placed here, under our tree. And I had that house of your father's bulldozed to the ground. Mama always said dying was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn't. Little Forrest, he's doing just fine. 'Bout to start school again soon. I make his breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday. I make sure he combs his hair and brushes his teeth everyday. Teaching him how to play ping-pong. He's really good. We fish a lot. And everynight we read a book- and he's so smart Jenny. You'd be so proud of him, I am. He, uh, wrote you a letter, but he says I can't read it, I'm not supposed to, so I'll just leave it here for you. Jenny, I don't know if Mama's right or if its Lieutenant Dan, I don't know if we each have a destiny or if we're all floating around accidental, like on a breeze. But I think maybe its both, maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there's anything you need, I won't be far away.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Titanic

My favorite scene from the movie TITANIC




Jack and Rose drift under the blazing stars. The water is

glassy, with only the faintest undulating swell. Rose can
actually see the stars reflecting on the black mirror of the
sea.

Jack squeezes the water out of her long coat, tucking it in
tightly around her legs. He rubs her arms. His face is chalk
with in the darkness. A low MOANING in the darkness around
them.

ROSE
It's getting quiet.

JACK
Just a few more minutes. It'll take
them a while to get the boats
organized...

Rose is unmoving, just staring into space. She knows the
truth. There won't be any boats. Behind Jack she sees that
Officer Wilde has stopped moving. He is slumped in his
lifejacket, looking almost asleep. He has died of exposure
already.

JACK
I don't know about you, but I intend
to write a strongly worded letter to
the White Star Line about all this.

She laughs weakly, but it sounds like a gasp of fear. Rose
finds his eyes in the dim light.

ROSE
I love you Jack.

He takes her hand.

JACK
No... don't say your good-byes, Rose.
Don't you give up. Don't do it.

ROSE
I'm so cold.

JACK
You're going to get out of this...
you're going to go on and you're
going to make babies and watch them
grow and you're going to die an old
lady, warm in your bed. Not here.
Not this night. Do you understand
me?

ROSE
I can't feel my body.

JACK
Rose, listen to me. Listen. Winning
that ticket was the best thing that
ever happened to me.

Jack is having trouble getting the breath to speak.

JACK
It brought me to you. And I'm
thankful, Rose. I'm thankful.

His voice is trembling with the cold which is working its
way to his heart. But his eyes are unwavering.

JACK
You must do me this honor... promise
me you will survive... that you will
never give up... no matter what
happens... no matter how hopeless...
promise me now, and never let go of
that promise.

ROSE
I promise.

JACK
Never let go.

ROSE
I promise. I will never let go, Jack.
I'll never let go.

She grips his hand and they lie with their heads together.
               It is quiet now, except for the lapping of the water.