Comments on: sandbox http://writeclubchallenge.com the first rule about write club is "write" Fri, 24 Jun 2011 03:33:33 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Mary http://writeclubchallenge.com/scrippets/sandbox/comment-page-1/#comment-40 Mary Wed, 30 Sep 2009 06:17:10 +0000 http://screenwriterschallenge.com/?page_id=68#comment-40 Testing scrippets before entering. [scrippet] EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY SHENG, 17, comes out of the kitchen door, letting the screen bang behind him. LUIS, 21, paces by the dumpster. SHENG Smooth move in there, Ex-Lax. Lucky he didn’t fire you. [/scrippet] End of test. Testing scrippets before entering.

EXT. PARKING LOT – DAY

SHENG, 17, comes out of the kitchen door, letting the screen bang behind him.

LUIS, 21, paces by the dumpster.

SHENG

Smooth move in there, Ex-Lax. Lucky he didn’t fire you.

End of test.

]]> By: Cheryl L. http://writeclubchallenge.com/scrippets/sandbox/comment-page-1/#comment-38 Cheryl L. Sat, 26 Sep 2009 03:59:42 +0000 http://screenwriterschallenge.com/?page_id=68#comment-38 [scrippet] INT. LUCKY’S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - DAY A hand opens a fridge door. The hand belongs to MADAGASCAR (LUCKY) O’MALLEY, 24, as she pulls out a pan of marinated barbecue chicken. She plops the pan on the counter. Her brash friend STORMY CHO, 26, stares at the uncooked meat. LUCKY A little help would be appreciated. STORMY Okay. How about I pick up the phone and dial 1-800-KFC-NOW. Will that help? LUCKY No way. I’m going for home cooked all the way. Lucky pulls her red-streaked hair back into a ponytail. She grabs a few spices out of the cupboard. LUCKY Hey, do you know any aphrodisiac spices I can sprinkle on the chicken? I want Bob to remember this meal. STORMY How about something so hot and spicy he’s speechless? LUCKY Come on. He’s not that bad. Is he? Silence from Stormy. Lucky finishes shaking some spices on the chicken. LUCKY (sliding pan into oven) Maybe I need a little structure in my life. STORMY Well, every dog needs a leash. LUCKY Could you at least help me with the salad? This three-month anniversary is really important to me. STORMY Sorry, I gave up cooking for Lent. LUCKY It’s nowhere close to Lent. And you’re not Catholic. Stormy shrugs and grabs a mint off the kitchen counter. She pops the mint in her mouth and saunters out of the kitchen. Lucky picks up a spice jar. LUCKY (calling out to Stormy) So, you think more red pepper? [/scrippet]

INT. LUCKY’S APARTMENT – KITCHEN – DAY

A hand opens a fridge door. The hand belongs to MADAGASCAR (LUCKY) O’MALLEY, 24, as she pulls out a pan of marinated barbecue chicken. She plops the pan on the counter.

Her brash friend STORMY CHO, 26, stares at the uncooked meat.

LUCKY

A little help would be appreciated.

STORMY

Okay. How about I pick up the phone and dial 1-800-KFC-NOW. Will that help?

LUCKY

No way. I’m going for home cooked all the way.

Lucky pulls her red-streaked hair back into a ponytail. She grabs a few spices out of the cupboard.

LUCKY

Hey, do you know any aphrodisiac spices I can sprinkle on the chicken? I want Bob to remember this meal.

STORMY

How about something so hot and spicy he’s speechless?

LUCKY

Come on. He’s not that bad. Is he?

Silence from Stormy.

Lucky finishes shaking some spices on the chicken.

LUCKY

(sliding pan into oven)

Maybe I need a little structure in my life.

STORMY

Well, every dog needs a leash.

LUCKY

Could you at least help me with the salad? This three-month anniversary is really important to me.

STORMY

Sorry, I gave up cooking for Lent.

LUCKY

It’s nowhere close to Lent. And you’re not Catholic.

Stormy shrugs and grabs a mint off the kitchen counter. She pops the mint in her mouth and saunters out of the kitchen.

Lucky picks up a spice jar.

LUCKY

(calling out to Stormy)

So, you think more red pepper?

]]> By: admin http://writeclubchallenge.com/scrippets/sandbox/comment-page-1/#comment-3 admin Fri, 31 Jul 2009 03:19:58 +0000 http://screenwriterschallenge.com/?page_id=68#comment-3 Here's the stuff I wrote before the opening scrippet tag. [scrippet] INT. HOSPITAL – DAY TED walks down the hall, clipboard in hand. MARTY catches up to him. MARTY I thought you were going home? TED When there are sick people who need my help? I’m a better doctor than that. I thought you were too. CUT TO: MARTY in an operating theater, rummaging around inside a patient’s abdomen. MARTY (freaked out) Where the hell’s my watch? [/scrippet] And I can write things after the closing scrippet tag. Here’s the stuff I wrote before the opening scrippet tag.

INT. HOSPITAL -- DAY

TED walks down the hall, clipboard in hand. MARTY catches up to him.

MARTY

I thought you were going home?

TED

When there are sick people who need my help? I’m a better doctor than that. I thought you were too.

CUT TO:

MARTY

in an operating theater, rummaging around inside a patient’s abdomen.

MARTY

(freaked out)

Where the hell’s my watch?

And I can write things after the closing scrippet tag.

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