Maskerade Page #3
- Year:
- 2009
- 165 min
- 64 Views
SUPER C*NT.
- NICE WORK.
- HI.
- I LOVE IT, MAN.
ALL THE TIME.
- WHAT DOWN PAYMEN DID YOU PUT DOWN ON THIS?
- I THOUGHT YOU, LIKE,
REALLY SPECIAL.
- YOU DID LOOK SO SAD YESTERDAY,
AND I FELT TERRIBLE.
- YEAH.
- IT'S REALLY CUTE.
IT'S, LIKE,
BED AND BREAKFASTY.
- YOU'RE SUCH A B*TCH.
HEY, GUYS.
WHERE YOU GOING?
- AH, WE'RE GOING OVER
TO THE GRAVEYARD.
- THE GRAVEYARD?
THAT'S SO CREEPY.
- TOTALLY.
- IT'S ABOUT 40
GOING THAT WAY.
A SHELTER:
FOR AGRICULTURAL RENTALS--
WHAT?
I STUDIED.
- IT'S NOT THAT MUCH
TO WRITE OFF, BUDDY.
I APPRECIATE IT.
- NOT EVERYTHING'S
AN INVESTMENT OPPORTUNITY.
ON A REAL VACATION?
LEADERSHIP CONFERENCE IN BURMA.
- THAT DOESN'T COUNT.
IT DOESN'T COUN IF YOU HAVE TO BE THERE.
I FOUND.
- HOLY...
- NATIVE AMERICAN?
WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS, LIKE,
[eerie music]
- WHAT THE HELL?
- THIS IS BADASS.
- WHAT?
- THIS WASN'T ALL
DUG UP BEFORE.
- SO?
THE STAFF.
THERE WAS A RAUNCHY
F***ING SMELL,
LIKE THIS.
- WELL, SOMETIMES
- YOU'RE F***ING DISGUSTING.
- I KNOW. I'M SORRY.
- MAYBE, LIKE, A GOPHER DID THIS
OR SOMETHING.
YOU KNOW, ANIMALS ARE ATTRACTED
TO STRONG SMELLS.
- YEAH, REMEMBER
IN MOM'S ROSE GARDEN
I REMEMBER THAT?
- NO, IT WASN'T.
WAS IT?
NEVER HIDE THE KUSH
IN THE BUSH.
GO FOR BIG.
- HEY, LOOK.
DON'T TELL THE GIRLS ABOUT THIS,
ALL RIGHT?
ALL FREAKED OUT.
- ALL RIGHT.
- OH, YEAH?
SO WERE ANNETTE'S.
- COME ON, DUDE.
SHE'S LIKE MY LITTLE SISTER NOW.
YOUR LITTLE SISTER?
- YOU'RE DISGUSTING.
- I SAID "LIKE"
MY LITTLE SISTER.
JUST MEANS...
- SHUT UP.
THAT SHE'S SIMILAR
BUT NOT EXACTLY--
THOUGH.
- COME ON, MIKE.
FOR A 14-YEAR-OLD.
- WHAT?
- SHUT UP.
SHE WAS IN A WHEELCHAIR.
[eerie music]
[car horn honks]
- PAINT'S HERE.
YOU GOT HERE FAST.
- I DON'T...
- WELL, WE'RE HAPPY
- YEAH.
[laughter]
- MR. PECK?
[engine turns over]
HEY.
IS THERE SOMETHING I SHOULD KNOW
ABOUT THIS HOUSE?
GOSH.
- WHAT'S HIS PROBLEM?
- NAH, HE'S JUST PISSED
HE LET THIS PLACE
SLIP THROUGH:
- I DON'T KNOW.
HERE, GIVE ME THAT.
THANKS.
WHAT ARE YOU CARRYING?
NOTHING?
OF COURSE.
- HEY, JEN.
ALL BITTER.
ON ALL THE ANTIQUES.
- ANTIQUES?
WHAT ANTIQUES?
- IT'S A GOLD MINE, BROTHER.
- STUPID FALCON HEAD.
- HAVEN'T CHECKED THIS OU REALLY YET.
- OH, MY GOD.
[chuckles]
GOOD STUFF.
DUDE, YOU CAN'T DRINK
THIS STUFF.
THIS IS, LIKE, $1,000 BOTTLE
OF WINE.
- WHAT?
SHUT UP.
- YOU, MY FRIEND,
THESE REDNECKS GOT THEIR HANDS
FRENCH WINE.
THIS IS--
F***,
- SH*T.
- OH, LOOK.
WE CAN DESIGN OUR OWN CLOTHES.
- OH, LOOK.
THEIR OWN CLOTHES.
- WELL, I LIKE 10-YEAR-OLDS
[laughter]
HEAVEN FOR THE WEATHER,
HELL FOR THE COMPANY.
- [laughing]
HOW'S IT GOING WITH YOU AND KEN?
- WELL...
- WELL?
- I JUST WEAR
I WANT.
- OH.
- I HAD A THOUGHT.
- MM-HMM.
- NO.
ACTION.
- OOH, YEAH.
- NO!
- YEAH!
- YOU USED TO THINK HE WAS HOT.
- YEAH, WHEN WAS FIVE.
AND--NO.
IT'LL BE FUN.
- HE HAS MORE HAIR ON HIS BACK
- I KNOW, BUT THEN
- A LITTLE TESTOSTERONE OVERDOSE
A LONG WEEKEND.
TO SAVE HIS LIFE.
- BANG HIM,
- OH!
EW!
- [sniffing]
OH.
- IT SMELLS LIKE SATAN'S BALLS
IN HERE.
[coughs]
ON THE GIRLS.
- P*SSY.
- YEAH, I THINK I'VE HAD ENOUGH
FOR ONE DAY TOO.
- COME ON, MAN.
NO. COME ON.
THERE'S PROBABLY, LIKE,
OR SOMETHING.
YEAH, NO, I DON'T.
- WHAT?
FINE.
[tense music]
- [laughing]
OH, MY GOD!
THAT WAS F***ING PERFECT.
YOU ALMOST SHI EACH OTHER'S PANTS.
- F*** YOU.
DID YOU GET THIS?
- I SAW IT WHEN I FIRST CAME IN.
I'VE BEEN WAITING
- [laughs mockingly]
- OH, SHUT UP.
THE ADRENALINE'S A RUSH.
YOU KNOW IT.
- YEAH, WELL, PAYBACK'S A B*TCH.
- SPREAD 'EM.
HELP! HELP!
RAPE! RAPE!
- JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED.
- OKAY, LADIES.
CHIC OR SHRIEK?
both:
SHRIEK.- OH, WOW.
THAT DRESS.
CHECK THIS OUT.
- OH, WOW.
THAT'S SLIGHTLY CREEPY.
- NO, IT'S TOTALLY CREEPY.
YOU HAVE TO COME
CHECK OUT THIS TUB.
IT'S AWESOME.
- I CALL DIBS.
- OH, WELL, I BELIEVE
TRUMPS YOUR DIBS.
- [laughs]
- WHO CARES?
THE COSTUME SET'S WORTH
- HEY, JEN, WHAT DO YOU THINK?
JEN?
WHAT IS THAT?
- LOOKS LIKE
MRS. TUCKER'S DIARY.
LYDIA BEAUMONT,
WHOEVER THAT IS.
- FAMILY MEMBER MAYBE?
- YEAH.
"LEONARD'S CONDITION WORSENS
WITH EACH DAY.
CUT LEONARD'S SCALP,
"THE INFECTION HAS SPREAD FASTER
CAN HOLD IT.
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Maskerade" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2025. Web. 2 Feb. 2025. <https://www.scripts.com/script/maskerade_13459>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In