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Braincase · 07-17-2004, 06:23 AM

The Music Game and the Movie Line Game have taken on a life of their own, so I now I propose that the talented harangeurs of the Planet take on the responsibility of writing a Film Noir Tough Guy Detective script, like those grainy flicks of the 40's and 50's.

You guys use these lines every day...

An example or two..

Why not borrow detective Walter Brown's line from The Narrow Margin: "What kind of a dish was she? The sixty-cent special--cheap, flashy, strictly poison under the gravy."

Or you can simply emulate the classics with Follow Me Quietly's immortal "Follow that car!" Life may be a crooked game of blackjack with no more chips left to play. "The next person that says Merry Christmas to me, I'll kill them."

We have so many wanna be Mickey Spillane on this board, this could be fun.

First line in the next post.

Ultra Peanut · 07-17-2004, 10:18 AM

I have no idea what the hell I just said, to be honest, but let's just say the dame needed help. She needed it bad.

So I pried further. "What is it that you've lost, letshavesexonmydesk?"

"What did you say?"

"Uh, nervous tick. So, what have you lost?"

Slick recovery, I thought to myself as I waited for her to say something.

"I've lost my -- my," she couldn't finish as she broke down, her swimming pool eyes overflowing with tears.

**ExtremeChief** · 07-17-2004, 02:04 PM

"Just tell me maam', let me help you." I said in my best hope this bitch hires me to help her so I can buy more scotch voice.

"I've lost my autographed Jim Plunkett jersey that I got in the divorce of my ex-husband. He was a Chiefs fan so he stole it since he knew that was the only way he could really hurt me. He could fuck around on me, never come home.. none of that mattered. But fuck with my Raiders... well that rips me apart emotionally. I can buy more spiked shoulder pads, darth vader masks and so on, but that was signed by Jim right after I swallowed his manhood, so it can never be replaced."

Jenson71 · 07-17-2004, 02:17 PM

"Plunkett, eh?" I said to the dame. I'd remembered Plunkett. Helluvan arm he had.

Her deep eyes sunk into mine.

"This isn't cheap. Give or take, we're talking around..."

I stopped when she pulled out the black leather briefcase. My heart started beating wildly, and then she opened it.

ChiefJustice · 07-17-2004, 02:31 PM

I felt like someone had walked over my grave at that moment.Out of her satchel she produced a pair of
jewel encrusted sunglasses...adorned with the letters
"A.D."

"Those belong to my nemesis Dr. A. Davis!",i said with
a startled cry."I thought i killed him years ago...."

whoman69 · 07-17-2004, 03:37 PM

Davis, Davis the name came at me like a pack of wild dogs. I thought I would never hear that name again. I sank down in my chair and stared at the papers on my desk.
But I was being rude. "Have a seat Miss Davis." As she sat down I got a good look at her gams. My eyes moved on up from there. This dame was built like Arrowhead stadium.

Thig Lyfe · 07-17-2004, 04:05 PM

Wait a second! I thought. All of a sudden the dots were connected. A. Davis! Miss Davis! It all made sense!

Figuring Davis was not that common of a name, I inquired about my old nemesis, but not in any way that would arouse suspicion.

Jenson71 · 07-17-2004, 04:25 PM

"So, Miss Davis. Your husband..."

"Ex, husband, Mr. Hunt."

"I'm sorry. Ex-husband."

She was a persistant, fiesty one. She had the look of a Bronc fan after a loss. And I knew those looks.

"Where...where does your ex-husband live, Ms. Davis?"

"Oh, he splits time between Los Angelos and Oakland. Frankly, I couldn't tell you exactly. I think he also said something about Mexico City."

That's where it hit me like a bull. Mexico City. My god the memories arose from me like...something that rises quickly.

Thig Lyfe · 07-17-2004, 04:30 PM

I recalled the poisoned water... the giant mosquitoes... waking up covered in honey and wearing only socks in the middle of a bullfighting arena...

But nothing having anything to do with Davis. So I kept asking quizzically.

"You say that your husband went back and forth between L.A. and Oakland?"

"Yes," she replied, "but I think he settled for Oakland."

I laughed very hard and milk came out of my nose. Oddly enough, I had not been drinking milk.

An awkard silence blanketed the room.

"So... you wanna go do something?"

Jenson71 · 07-17-2004, 04:37 PM

She glanced at my desk. Then back to me. She smiled. She started to reach over...

With one swipe I threw everything off my desk into a disorganized array of clutter. "Touch me baby..." I repeated to her. "Touch me like you've never touched anyone before."

She pulled back with shock in her eyes.

"I just wanted to know if this desk was oak or maple you sick fuck!"

Thig Lyfe · 07-17-2004, 04:43 PM

Dammit!

"Uh.. yeah, that's what I meant..." my eyes wandered the room nervously. "Uh... it's actually balsa. You know, budget cuts."

"I think it's oak..." she said.

"GAWDDAMMIT YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THE fuckING DIFFERENCE BETWEEN BALSA AND OAK!?!?"

She sat there, shocked.

"I forgot to take my medicine this morning..." I covered.

"Okay..." she replied, having no clue what the hell was going on.

Jenson71 · 07-17-2004, 04:49 PM

And the truth was, I had no clue what was going on either. We sat for awhile, ruminating over the previous minute and a half.

To break the silence, I offered her a coffee. "No thanks."

"Water?"
"No, I'm fine."

I cleared my throat...

"So, your ex-husband...Where were we?"
"Oakland, and then you had your little...spill."
"Ah, that's right." I said, lighting up a smoke.

"And what does he do now, Ms. Davis?"
"He's a businessman. An owner of something, god knows what."

Then I remembered. The team. The Mexican Bandits. We had both owned the Bandits 25 years ago. Happy, friendly, owners. But one day...

Jenson71 · 07-17-2004, 05:07 PM

The dirty thought cleared from my mind.

It was apparent this woman didn't know her husband owned "her" beloved r.aiders.

"Ms. Davis, before we go into any more details, I need to tell you something."

I told it to her. Straight. It was tough, but it was necessary. She sat down silent.

I looked at her with loving eyes. The poor doll. I excused myself so she could be alone for a while.

When I came back in, the window was open, the shade flapping in the breeze. I ran to it. There she was, fallen from a one story building, and dead...as dead as the 2004 chargers.

After my initial shock, I smiled. "Oak or maple?" I amusingly asked myself. It was so obviously balsa.

As I listened to the radio that night, I heard the strangest thing. The "dead" girl...Ms. Davis...had fled from the police station and was gone.

Jenson71 · 07-17-2004, 05:17 PM

Fearing of an actual plot, I decided to let it rest. She wasn't my responsibility. I laid back, lit a stoagie, and let the ashes fall to my naked body.

**ExtremeChief** · 07-17-2004, 06:28 PM

Six hours later I awoke with a hangover from hell and burnt pubic hair. I wonder what's next for me. More scotch I'm sure, but I've had enough dead girls and Raider fans to last me for awhile. Sometimes I wonder how I continue to go on in this life, then I remember...

Ultra Peanut · 07-17-2004, 07:10 PM

Trinidad & Tobago - March, 1999
"So you want it, or not? I don't have all day, you know."
"Look, I'm trying to make up my mind. You sure you're not a cop?"
"If you don't order something soon, we're going to have to ask you to leave. And why would a cop be working at a coffee shop, sir?"
"Because you're sneaky like --"

My reminiscing was cut short by the sound of heels clicking towards my door. The sound was then replaced by that of of a thin, raspy knock.

07-17-2004, 06:23 AM
Braincase Banned Braincase's Avatar Join Date: Aug 2001 Location: Pond> Me <Barn	The CP "Film Noir" Script The Music Game and the Movie Line Game have taken on a life of their own, so I now I propose that the talented harangeurs of the Planet take on the responsibility of writing a Film Noir Tough Guy Detective script, like those grainy flicks of the 40's and 50's. You guys use these lines every day... An example or two.. Why not borrow detective Walter Brown's line from The Narrow Margin: "What kind of a dish was she? The sixty-cent special--cheap, flashy, strictly poison under the gravy." Or you can simply emulate the classics with Follow Me Quietly's immortal "Follow that car!" Life may be a crooked game of blackjack with no more chips left to play. "The next person that says Merry Christmas to me, I'll kill them." We have so many wanna be Mickey Spillane on this board, this could be fun. First line in the next post.
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07-17-2004, 10:18 AM	#16
Ultra Peanut v^V^v^V^v^V^ Ultra Peanut's Avatar Join Date: Aug 2001 Location: Holland*	I have no idea what the hell I just said, to be honest, but let's just say the dame needed help. She needed it bad. So I pried further. "What is it that you've lost, letshavesexonmydesk?" "What did you say?" "Uh, nervous tick. So, what have you lost?" Slick recovery, I thought to myself as I waited for her to say something. "I've lost my -- my," she couldn't finish as she broke down, her swimming pool eyes overflowing with tears.
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07-17-2004, 02:04 PM	#17
ExtremeChief Poser ExtremeChief's Avatar Join Date: Mar 2001 Location: BFE, MO	"Just tell me maam', let me help you." I said in my best hope this bitch hires me to help her so I can buy more scotch voice. "I've lost my autographed Jim Plunkett jersey that I got in the divorce of my ex-husband. He was a Chiefs fan so he stole it since he knew that was the only way he could really hurt me. He could fuck around on me, never come home.. none of that mattered. But fuck with my Raiders... well that rips me apart emotionally. I can buy more spiked shoulder pads, darth vader masks and so on, but that was signed by Jim right after I swallowed his manhood, so it can never be replaced."
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07-17-2004, 02:17 PM	#18
Jenson71 fides quaerens intellectum Jenson71's Avatar Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: United States	"Plunkett, eh?" I said to the dame. I'd remembered Plunkett. Helluvan arm he had. Her deep eyes sunk into mine. "This isn't cheap. Give or take, we're talking around..." I stopped when she pulled out the black leather briefcase. My heart started beating wildly, and then she opened it.
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07-17-2004, 02:31 PM	#19
ChiefJustice The Stig ChiefJustice's Avatar Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: "Some say he has no home"	I felt like someone had walked over my grave at that moment.Out of her satchel she produced a pair of jewel encrusted sunglasses...adorned with the letters "A.D." "Those belong to my nemesis Dr. A. Davis!",i said with a startled cry."I thought i killed him years ago...."
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07-17-2004, 03:37 PM	#20
whoman69 The Master whoman69's Avatar Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: Marion, IA	Davis, Davis the name came at me like a pack of wild dogs. I thought I would never hear that name again. I sank down in my chair and stared at the papers on my desk. But I was being rude. "Have a seat Miss Davis." As she sat down I got a good look at her gams. My eyes moved on up from there. This dame was built like Arrowhead stadium.
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07-17-2004, 04:05 PM	#21
Thig Lyfe Banned Thig Lyfe's Avatar Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Thigpen's America	Wait a second! I thought. All of a sudden the dots were connected. A. Davis! Miss Davis! It all made sense! Figuring Davis was not that common of a name, I inquired about my old nemesis, but not in any way that would arouse suspicion.
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07-17-2004, 04:25 PM	#22
Jenson71 fides quaerens intellectum Jenson71's Avatar Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: United States	"So, Miss Davis. Your husband..." "Ex, husband, Mr. Hunt." "I'm sorry. Ex-husband." She was a persistant, fiesty one. She had the look of a Bronc fan after a loss. And I knew those looks. "Where...where does your ex-husband live, Ms. Davis?" "Oh, he splits time between Los Angelos and Oakland. Frankly, I couldn't tell you exactly. I think he also said something about Mexico City." That's where it hit me like a bull. Mexico City. My god the memories arose from me like...something that rises quickly.
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07-17-2004, 04:30 PM	#23
Thig Lyfe Banned Thig Lyfe's Avatar Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Thigpen's America	I recalled the poisoned water... the giant mosquitoes... waking up covered in honey and wearing only socks in the middle of a bullfighting arena... But nothing having anything to do with Davis. So I kept asking quizzically. "You say that your husband went back and forth between L.A. and Oakland?" "Yes," she replied, "but I think he settled for Oakland." I laughed very hard and milk came out of my nose. Oddly enough, I had not been drinking milk. An awkard silence blanketed the room. "So... you wanna go do something?"
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07-17-2004, 04:37 PM	#24
Jenson71 fides quaerens intellectum Jenson71's Avatar Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: United States	She glanced at my desk. Then back to me. She smiled. She started to reach over... With one swipe I threw everything off my desk into a disorganized array of clutter. "Touch me baby..." I repeated to her. "Touch me like you've never touched anyone before." She pulled back with shock in her eyes. "I just wanted to know if this desk was oak or maple you sick fuck!"
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07-17-2004, 04:43 PM	#25
Thig Lyfe Banned Thig Lyfe's Avatar Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Thigpen's America	Dammit! "Uh.. yeah, that's what I meant..." my eyes wandered the room nervously. "Uh... it's actually balsa. You know, budget cuts." "I think it's oak..." she said. "GAWDDAMMIT YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THE fuckING DIFFERENCE BETWEEN BALSA AND OAK!?!?" She sat there, shocked. "I forgot to take my medicine this morning..." I covered. "Okay..." she replied, having no clue what the hell was going on.
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07-17-2004, 04:49 PM	#26
Jenson71 fides quaerens intellectum Jenson71's Avatar Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: United States	And the truth was, I had no clue what was going on either. We sat for awhile, ruminating over the previous minute and a half. To break the silence, I offered her a coffee. "No thanks." "Water?" "No, I'm fine." I cleared my throat... "So, your ex-husband...Where were we?" "Oakland, and then you had your little...spill." "Ah, that's right." I said, lighting up a smoke. "And what does he do now, Ms. Davis?" "He's a businessman. An owner of something, god knows what." Then I remembered. The team. The Mexican Bandits. We had both owned the Bandits 25 years ago. Happy, friendly, owners. But one day...
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07-17-2004, 05:07 PM	#27
Jenson71 fides quaerens intellectum Jenson71's Avatar Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: United States	The dirty thought cleared from my mind. It was apparent this woman didn't know her husband owned "her" beloved r.aiders. "Ms. Davis, before we go into any more details, I need to tell you something." I told it to her. Straight. It was tough, but it was necessary. She sat down silent. I looked at her with loving eyes. The poor doll. I excused myself so she could be alone for a while. When I came back in, the window was open, the shade flapping in the breeze. I ran to it. There she was, fallen from a one story building, and dead...as dead as the 2004 chargers. After my initial shock, I smiled. "Oak or maple?" I amusingly asked myself. It was so obviously balsa. As I listened to the radio that night, I heard the strangest thing. The "dead" girl...Ms. Davis...had fled from the police station and was gone. Last edited by Jenson71; 07-17-2004 at 05:20 PM..
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07-17-2004, 05:17 PM	#28
Jenson71 fides quaerens intellectum Jenson71's Avatar Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: United States	Fearing of an actual plot, I decided to let it rest. She wasn't my responsibility. I laid back, lit a stoagie, and let the ashes fall to my naked body.
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07-17-2004, 06:28 PM	#29
ExtremeChief Poser ExtremeChief's Avatar Join Date: Mar 2001 Location: BFE, MO	Six hours later I awoke with a hangover from hell and burnt pubic hair. I wonder what's next for me. More scotch I'm sure, but I've had enough dead girls and Raider fans to last me for awhile. Sometimes I wonder how I continue to go on in this life, then I remember...
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07-17-2004, 07:10 PM	#30
Ultra Peanut v^V^v^V^v^V^ Ultra Peanut's Avatar Join Date: Aug 2001 Location: Holland*	Trinidad & Tobago - March, 1999 "So you want it, or not? I don't have all day, you know." "Look, I'm trying to make up my mind. You sure you're not a cop?" "If you don't order something soon, we're going to have to ask you to leave. And why would a cop be working at a coffee shop, sir?" "Because you're sneaky like --" My reminiscing was cut short by the sound of heels clicking towards my door. The sound was then replaced by that of of a thin, raspy knock.
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