Man in the Chair Page #3

Before that, he was

in all those Roman epics.

You know,

wearin' those fag robes?

[Chuckling]

MAN ON SCREEN:
Mr. Vargas

is not on the witness stand.

[Chuckling]

MAN IN FILM:

Hank's a born lawyer, you know.

He was pretty good

in Ben-Hur. I'll give him that.

[Flash sighs]

Thank God you shot this

in black and white.

CAMERON:
[Chuckles]

Great.

Another monument

to the next generation.

When a murderer's loose,

I'm supposed to...

[Film stops]

Hello?

Earth to Beverly!

[Shouting] Is anyone home?

God damn it!

What minimum-wage moron's

in charge today?

What the hell's

going on in here?

An imbecile convention?

Get off your brains

and do something.

PROJECTIONIST:
Oh sh*t!

Gimme that friggin' thing.

Oh, my God! My Game Boy!

I'm sure that Santa will

bring you a new one.

I'm sorry, everybody!

[Electrical snaps, buzzing]

[Fire extinguisher hisses]

My God,

is everybody all right?!

FLASH:
Keep hiring

the handicapped, Klein.

They're such fun to watch.

I want my goddamn money back.

You never pay anyway, Flash.

[Shouting] Why should I,

with service like this?

Get out of my way,

you little sh*t!

PROJECTIONIST:

He sure yells a lot.

Is he hearing-impaired?

No, he just likes to yell!

[Traffic passing]

[Whooshing]

[Whooshing]

[Whooshing]

MAN:
? As far as I know ?

? They go ?

? 'Cause it's never quite ?

? What it seems ?

? You know ?

? But you don't ?

? 'Cause you dropped yourself

to your knees ?

? It dawned on me ?

? See, if it were me ?

? I'd agree ?

? That it pays to be ?

? More like you ?

? Would you know ?

? And you show ?

? 'Cause you dropped

yourself to your knees ?

? It dawned on me ?

[Whooshing]

? Ahh... ?

? Oh... ?

? Oh... ah... ?

? Ah... ?

? Ooh-ooh ?

[Music ends]

[Whoosh,

car engine revs loudly]

CAMERON:
Double headlights.

Red and white.

Big fins, lots of chrome.

- Is it her?

- It's her. [Sniffs]

Are you sure it's Christine?

Dude, 1958 Plymouth Fury,

just like the one in the movie.

[Engine revs...]

[Whooshing]

John Carpenter.

Cool director.

BOTH:
Money!

MURPHY:
Bad to the bone.

? B-bad to the bone ?

? B-b-b-b-bad ?

- CAMERON:
Shut the light off.

- MURPHY:
Would you chill, man?

[Car door opens]

- MURPHY:
Go go go go go!

- CAMERON:
Shhh.

[Horn honks]

- Come on, come on, come on.

- CAMERON:
Shut up!

I think I see someone,

I think I see someone.

MURPHY:
Go.

[Electric sizzle,

engine roars]

[Tires squeal, car revs]

MAN:
My, my, my!

[Engine hums...]

[Laughing and whooping]

Go Christine!

Do your nasty, girl!

Be a bad girl, yeah!

CAMERON:
Yee-ha!

[Engine humming...]

I feel like Han Solo

in the Millennium Falcon.

Can I be Chewbacca?

You can be Chewy, if you want.

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