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dangles doll-like, in the airblast. )0 104 |
INT. LOADING DOCK 199 |
The alien seizes Ripley's ankle. She locks her arms around |
a ladder rung, feels them almost torn out of their shoulder |
sockets. |
The door opens farther, all of space yawning below. The |
loader tumbles clear, falling away. It drags the alien, |
still clutching one of Ripley's lucky hi-tops, into the |
depths of space. Its SHRIEK fades, is gone. |
With all her strength Ripley fights the blasting air, |
crawling over the lip of the inner doorway. She releases |
the OVERRIDE from a second panel. The inner doors close. |
The turbulent air eddies and settles. |
She lies on her back, drained of all strength. Gasping for |
breath. Weakly she turns her head, seeing Bishop still |
holding Newt by the arm. Encrusted with his own vanilla |
milkshake blood, Bishop gives her a |
small, grim smile. |
BISHOP |
Not bad for a human. |
He winks. Ripley crosses to Newt. |
NEWT |
(weakly) |
Mommy .•• Mommy? |
RIPLEY |
Right here, baby. Right here. |
Ripley hugs her desperately. |
INT. HYPERSLEEP |
Ripley sits at the edge of an open hypersleep capsule in |
which Newt is lying. Behind them, already going under, |
is Hicks and in a farther capsule, Bishop, wrapped in a |
plastic membrane. |
NEWT |
Are we going to sleep all the way |
back? |
RIPLEY |
That's right. |
NEWT |
Can we dream? |
RIPLEY |
Yes, honey. I think we both can. |
(CONTINUED) 200 ,Q CONTINUED: |
Ripley brushes a strand of hair from Newt's forehead. |
DISSOLVE TO RIPLEY IN CAPSULE •.• where we started. Except |
now |
it's a TWO SHOT, with Newt behind, perfect in sleep. |
FREEZE FRAME. |
FADE OUT |
THE END 105 |
200 |
This is the opening monologue of Roderick for testing purposes for tokenization. |
Source: http://dailyscript.com/scripts/BarryLyndon.html |
My father, who was well-known to the |
best circles in this kingdom under |
the name of roaring Harry James, was |
killed in a duel, when I was fifteen |
years old. |
My mother, after her husband's |
death, and her retirement, lived in |
such a way as to defy slander. She |
refused all offers of marriage, |
declaring that she lived now for her |
son only, and for the memory of her |
departed saint. |
My mother was the most beautiful |
women of her day. But if she was |
proud of her beauty, to do her |
justice, she was still more proud of |
her son, and has said a thousand |
times to me that I was the |
handsomest fellow in the world. |
The good soul's pleasure was to |
dress me; and on Sundays and |
Holidays, I turned out in a velvet |
coat with a silver-hilted sword by |
my side, and a gold garter at my |
knee as fine as any lord in the |
land. As we walked to church on |
Sundays, even the most envious souls |
would allow that there was not a |
prettier pair in the kingdom. |
My uncle's family consisted of ten |
children, and one of them was the |
cause of all my early troubles; this |
was the belle of the family, my |
cousin, Miss Dorothy Dugan, by name. |
Ah! That first affair, how well one |
remembers it! What a noble |
discovery it is that the boy makes |
when he finds himself actually and |
truly in love with some one! A lady |
who is skilled in dancing or singing |
never can perfect herself without a |
deal of study in private. So it is |
with the dear creatures who are |
skilled in coquetting. Dorothy, for |
instance, was always practicing, and |
she would take poor me to rehearse |