Author has written 4 stories for Mulan, Just Like Heaven, Saving Private Ryan, and Moulin Rouge.
heya = i'm bex.
I rly like to write stories, but i mainly write scripts so this is kinda new for me =. I'm planning to write some stories for Life on Mars, Eragon (which i did attempt but when i wrote it i went completely in the wrong direction), lord of the rings (which will only be short) another for Moulin Rouge and i'm also planning to begin a script for Torchwood... aren't you all excited!
Owen: Let's all have sex
Ianto: And i thought the end of the world, couldn't get any worse
Rhys to Captain Jack: If only you weren't so good looking, it'd be ok if you weren't so good looking. You're not gay by any chance are you?
Life on Mars:
Gene: I think you've forgotten who you're talking to.
Sam Tyler: An overweight, over-the-hill, nicotine-stained, borderline-alcoholic homophobe with a superiority complex and an unhealthy obsession with male bonding?
Gene: You make that sound like a bad thing.
Gene and Sam need to get a pub landlord out of the way so that they can go undercover
Gene: Ray! Go and arrest the landlord of the Trafford Arms
Ray Carling: What for?
Gene: Think of something on the way
Gene: In a bizarre twist of fate the landlord was arrested this afternoon... on suspicion of Cattle Rustling
Ray Carling: Ray takes a bow and receives a round of applause
Gene: Trust the Gene Genie.
Sam Tyler: Because I loved her!
Gene: You great... soft... sissy... girlie... nancy... French... bender... Man United supporting POOF!
Ashes to Ashes:
DI Alex Drake removes her top in the vault because it is too hot
Gene: Lord, if this is a test, i fear i shall fail.
The spooks team return to their office after MI6 were investigating the disappearance of one of their officers
Malcolm: Someone's fiddled with my chair.
Susan: I have decided to put an end to this madness that is ruining all our lives.
Michael: You're going to kill dad?
Ben: to Abi You, you're unhinged!
Ben: You, you're demented!
Ben: You... you're just you!
Nick: I've decided to dedicate my body to science.
Ben: Great. When's the autopsy?
V for Vendetta:
Evey Hammond: The first morning I was with him, he made me eggs just like this.
Gordon Deitrich: Really?
Evey Hammond: I swear.
Gordon Deitrich: That is a strange coincidence. Although, there's an obvious explanation.
Evey Hammond: There is?
Gordon Deitrich: Yes, Evey. I am V. At last you know the truth. You're stunned, I know. It's hard to believe isn't it, that beneath this wrinkled, well-fed exterior there lies a dangerous killing machine with a fetish for Fawkesian masks. Viva la revolution!
Evey Hammond: That is not funny, Gordon.
Gordon Deitrich: sighs Yeah, I know. I'm useless without a studio audience.
V: But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.