Get Over It! Page #3
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- 2001
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Who wants frozen yogurt?
Berke might want to go home
It's a crazy jerk.
Make me frozen yogurt.
Pull her up.
Ladies and gentlemen,
prisoner number 6943.
Well done, Landers.
You're photogenic, you know.
Take care with your accent.
You sound like Mary Poppins.
What are you talking about?
If I were you...
Do you have makeup on?
That's it.
Watch out, Landers.
Your spot on with your life.
Who nou fighting sticks
in his pants?
Peter Wong was injured.
How fortunate you are singer
and not a dancer.
I kill you,
oetlul pretentious.
This is my theater.
My version.
Forrest-Oates is my boyfriend.
That was intense.
I've never
see a bone sticking out so far.
Everything will be okay
according to the nurses.
Peter will soon
will walk again.
As Kevin Spacey once said:
The show goes on.
The premiere is already over three days.
Those who sign up to volunteer
the role of Lysander?
Hand away, little Steve.
You already have a role, Striker.
I know,
but I want to nominate someone.
I feel very flattered...
but a man of 34
you can not keep pace.
I had honestly
Berke Landers on the eye.
Very interesting. Has anyone
a useful idea? Hand away, Steve.
He is inexperienced, but he does have
a certain kind of enthusiasm.
I do it.
You do it? -Yes.
But fixed ordering pizza, Jessica.
Keep that ice on your buttocks.
Otherwise, the swelling worse.
I need you, but not really.
- What we have swords?
- Seven.
Kites, eight.
- If Allison does not appreciate this...
- What then?
You know your text well.
- Yes, but then my singing?
- My song sucks.
- Rewrite it.
- I never pick Forrest-Oates.
You have
more savvy than he.
That he sees differently.
He gave me a key.
He is an idiot, Allison.
My name is Kelly.
What did I say? -Allison.
Nietes.
Sorry. -I shoot you dead.
That thing is dangerous.
Put it's gone.
It is my white boy
with an arrow in his arm.
I thought he was not real.
I want to see it.
It looks awful, huh?
The physician makes your arm and better than
play the stars of heaven.
Your arm does not look so...
Oh, my God.
Thursday, Kelly
quarter to twelve at you.
Felix, but it is Kelly.
She helps me to rehearse.
Keep her in the eye.
These actors are all...
- Gay?
- That they are not.
I love her in the eye.
- When your parents go away?
- Today. Forget it.
You want to organize a party.
I should have a look inside.
- What should he a music store?
- Tap dance shoes.
And that proves once again...
that man needed to celebrate.
You have the pressure,
but can I talk to you?
Miss Woods, come inside.
What a nice hair clip.
It's about my song.
"Pocket full of dreams."
I wrote that song
for Diana Ross.
Miss Ross,
I have a swinging song for you
You are in my hand, buddy.
Unfortunately interfered lawyers
with it.
And then there was a lot of chatter.
And before you know,
The deal does not.
It is a good song.
I like to sing.
But would you mind if I
place a few comments?
A few comments?
Oh, long slow night
accelerate ahead.
I thought, as you said:
The song does not.
Would you do me a favor?
Read again what is on that poster.
Eating and drinking is forbidden...
It reads:
Twelve songscomposed by Dr. Forrest-Oates.
Oh, that? -Yes.
It does not say:
Numbers rewrittenby Miss hellion.
The text of Shakespeare.
Which song do you know yet from Macbeth?
Bill Shakespeare's a great poet,
but he is not Burt Bacharach.
- Sorry I'm late.
- Does not. I'm taken.
We have
find a girlfriend for him.
- What was Forrest-Oates?
- An even bigger jerk than I thought.
- Maybe you do to brighten it.
- A present?
First rehearse. Good?
Still 21 hours to go and I start
worse still sing.
We let the songs for what they are.
We carry the text.
Theseus has just
awakened everyone.
In this scene you play and Hermia.
I pretend I'm Allison.
- That will not be easy.
- Go ahead.
Theseus says:
Now, let the huntersawaken them with horns.
Hermia and then says: "And I am everything,
were as conspicuous shared.
And I saw everything twice.
I know.
Say I confused, sir,
't bring me a reproach...
It is me, if I still dream.
I came with Hermia into the forest...
planning to leave for Athens
for a place...
us where the Athenian Law
not threatening.
And then they kiss each other.
So I will kiss Allison.
But in this case...
Let me guess, Berke was with you.
- Felix, where are you?
- On a party.
Berke Tell them to go.
Everyone asks about him.
We need to your home.
I'm impressed.
The turnout is not against.
Where is Felix?
Take deep breath,
otherwise you completely flip.
- I'm looking there.
- I will murder him.
- Look at, by my player.
- Have you seen Felix?
You sound tense.
Got stage fright?
Or are you in love with you-know-who.
- How about the party?
- What I think of it?
- What do you mean?
- What you see in the Minkukel?
Go back to the porch
light and put it orally.
This is Striker.
- Until the show.
- What is this?
- Nothing. I plague her.
- I get this to myself.
- He takes you to, that's different.
You better go.
You think I Allison
would cheat?
Where is the food?
Is it me,
or bowl tastes weird?
There are lumps in.
I was wondering where you were.
I just want to talk about Striker.
You never keep up, huh?
You can all drop dead.
Hi.
Sorry about this festival.
Rather.
I'm thinking to give away
he leaves his sex hidden.
That was a joke.
Kelly, why are you with me for?
You might have better things to do
than to raise a loser.
- You're not a loser.
- Allison thinks so.
Allison is a stupid b*tch.
I've really done everything
for that girl.
They just do not understand.
I can not.
Kelly, I think your great,
but I can not.
You're the sister of Felix.
F***.
Kelly, wait.
So what I meant.
- What was that?
- It's not what you think.
What is it?
Why am I suddenly happy
that we previously left?
I knew nothing about a party, Berke.
- Otherwise we paid a deejay.
- Put your furniture well again?
Judy just pooped in our pool
and you want a deejay?
Why are we so cool.
We trust you.
You are my parents.
Stop it.
- Poor Judy.
- I'll get the shovel.
- Interesting.
- It wasn't.
I saw it myself.
He kissed you.
I do not know why.
Berke is somewhat confused.
I kissed him.
It is indeed quite confused.
He loves other...
but that's my problem, Felix.
I'd be lying if I said
I enjoyed it.
But Berke has not
how wonderful you are...
he has a problem.
I agree. Berke.
I wanted to thank you for any help.
All songwriters
Using such a thing.
If there is anyone who called
can improve, it's you.
I believe in you, Kelly.
Toi, toi, toi.
Let's deal with mortals
again.
This will him
and think.
- Give the sourpuss only my dose.
- Wake up.
And I'm gone.
In the forest
where the delicious smell...
I will meet my Lysander.
Maybe you should
dreaming about someone else.
You were the first.
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