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DIRK: …and accosted the maiden. | |
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DIRK: Each of them knew that this was exactly the kind of person that they’d been saving themselves all those lonely Saturday nights for, and they soon fell in love. | |
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DIRK: So
after pledging their love again and again in voices that grew faint with fatigue, they
agreed to meet and marry that very night, expressing a desire to share life’s
adventures with one another to the very end. MUSIC: Peaks |
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DIRK: But suddenly he was struck down by a recklessly driven red Ford Tempo. The end. | |
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What? --: That’s the end? --: I don’t like your stories very much— --: All right, that’s it. Dirk’s not telling any more stories. DIRK: What? Give me a break! |
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SHAWN:
All right, all right. Let me tell a story. --: Is it based on mythology? --: Tell us something a little more modern. SHAWN: It’s a little hard to explain. It’s a classic story—two classic stories, actually. I’ve chosen to juxtapose them to place their varied metaphors in opposition and emphasize the similar underlying themes in each. (after a stunned silence) You’ll recognize the elements, I expect. One is a quite famous Shakespeare piece— --: Oh, I love Shakespeare. --: What did I tell you—death, decay, destruction… |
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Note—The following eleven frames are each onscreen the same length of time, with extremely slow fades between them, except where noted. | |
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VOICE #1: How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Not so, my lord, I am too much in the sun. Let me not think on’t—Fraility, thy name is woman! Within a month she married. O, most wicked speed, to post with such dexterity to incestous sheets! | VOICE #2: I am Sam. I am Sam. That Sam-I-Am. That Sam-I-Am. I do not like that Sam-I-Am. |