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't forget the TurtleWax.
What about animation?
I could do cartoons.
Dead duck walking.
- Morning, Mr. Bunny.
- Very hot now.
And I do voices. Listen.
- Excuse me.
- "Fetch the stick, boy."
"What a maroon."
"You can't handle the truth."
Some grip, lady.
I need you to eject this duck.
- Lady, this is Daffy Duck.
- Exactly.
- Not anymore. We own the name.
- Yeah?
You can't stop me from calling myself...
- What do you know?
- You fired Daffy Duck?
No, I didn't. I did. They did.
You just were following orders.
You know what? You don't know me.
You're Kate Houghton,
you're the VP of Comedy. Go figure.
You drive a red 1988 Alfa Romeo.
Good engine. Little under-driven.
I know this
because you nearly ran me over last week.
Anyway, about that duck,
you want me to get rid of him still?
- Duck, yes. Eject the duck, please.
- I can't do that.
- Why not?
- He's gone.
What are you waiting for, backup?
Shabby job so far, constable.
Quick! After me!
Now you're gonna pay for that one.
Come here!
- Dress Inspector!
- Look out!
One side, Spartacuses.
- Come on.
- Daffy, stop!
Cut him off at the pass, boys.
All units in pursuit of little black duck.
Well, that's just cheating.
Don't follow me.
That's not right. Cut!
That's lunch, everybody!
- That airbag cost a lot of money.
- I'm okay.
Good morning. Batman, you good?
All right.
My chariot awaits.
Bat-lights. Bat-conditioning. Bat-stereo.
To the Duck Cave.
Now what are you doing?
Stay away from that Batmobile!
- I'm allowed to steal. I'm a celebrity.
- Tell it to the judge!
- Feeling pretty good about yourself?
- I am.
- You bested that dastardly duck?
- I did.
You're gonna offer your catch
to the pretty executive?
Miss Houghton!
Get out of the way!
Look out!
What do you know? I found Nemo.
I think she likes you.
Your father would be so ashamed of you.
But I was... It was...
At first, they told me to lose the stutter.
Now they tell me I'm not funny.
It's a pain in the butt
being politically correct.
You're telling me.
What kind of performance
do you call that?
You made me sound
like a total space cadet, man.
I'm sorry you feel that way.
I was trying to be real to your character.
If you, like, goof on me in the sequel,
I'm coming after you.
And I'll give you a Scooby Snack!
There are some areas of the script
I think we need to address.
There's no heart, no cooperation,
nobody learns anything.
Daffy learns not to stick his head
in a jet engine.
- He's gone.
- No, Daffy always comes back.
I just tell him how much I need him.
We hug, we cry,
I drop something heavy on him, I laugh.
The duck is history, okay?
So the question is...
how can I help you
reposition your brand identity?
Answer: We team you up
with a hot female co-star.
I play the female love interest.
About the cross-dressing thing?
In the past, funny. Today, disturbing.
Lady, if you don't find a rabbit
with lipstick amusing...
you and I have
nothing to say to each other.
Look, I'm trying to be nice...
but I was brought in
to leverage your synergy...
and I am not going to let you
or some wacky duck...
Wacky, daffy, nutty, fruitcake,
crispy over rice, it doesn't matter.
Well, these matter.
And this.
And they say we get Daffy back.
Right, boys?
- We want Daffy!
- Bring him back!
We love Daffy!
Little Damian.
Hey, Granny.
Hi, Tweety.
How was work today?
What a nice young man.
Guess who? So did you miss me?
I'm glad I was fired.
In a few days,
they'll be kissing my befeathered rump...
begging me to come back. But I won't.
Did I miss the part where I invited you in?
I'll be too busy accepting numerous,
multiple offers.
Every studio in town...
Who am I kidding? My career is over.
Perhaps I was being too polite. Get out!
I'll starve. I'll have to eat envelope glue.
Wait, a sushi bar.
- Daffy.
- Yes.
Leave my father's house. Now.
You live with Daddy?
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