The tour script for Moonlight Tour(watermark)

Hotel New Hampshire ScriptOur story begins withanother story.It was our favourite story.How mother and father met whenthey took a summer jobat the Hotel New Hampshire.And how Freud arrivedwith his bear.- What was the bears name?- State of Maine.The bear.was in his last legs.- But they were the only legs he had.Dont cut out all the juicy partscause you think theyre too youngto hear about all the screwingaround.Franny!Lets just say they hadntconsumated their relationship.There was not the promiscuityand freedom there is today.I didnt expect to meet anybodyfrom th

the doors, perhaps our southern moonlight will inspire youto write those sublime novels which I so admire.George! Up, quick!We have food for a picnic!And a donkey!Come, before the dreaded duchess finds us.Cheers.Come on!What is wrong with our Georgie?She is incurably disgusted.With what?Love, no doubt.She should only have what Marie and I have.(men laugh)Only God deserves love.I adore this silence.- (baby screams) - (Liszt groans)George has gone off, it seems.- Shall we go and look for her? - Can you walk?Not presently.I need this rest. My tour next month is cities.- Wher

Goodbye Mr. Chips ScriptTo the honored memory of Jonathan Brookfieldwho hath founded Brookfield Schoolto the glory of God and the promotion of piety and learningin the year of our Lord 1492.1492. The year Columbus discovered America.Brookfield School. One can almost feel the centuries.True. Gray, old ageddreaming over a crowded past.Were in the heart of England, Mr. Jackson.Its a heart that has a very gentle beat.Theres the special train. In minutes, the heart of Englandsgoing to have slight palpitations.Get out, you beast. Its mine.Assembly.Assembly. Come on, you boys.

The names Elvis.Im tryin to find my way to Memphis.I got a dinner date this Sunday.And Im being reeled back homelike a floppin catfish.Man, I cant tell you how it excites meto see folks havent forgotten me.Why dont you hightail usup to that vehicle.so we can get an eyefulof whos behind that wheel?I dont like crowded roads.Well, everybody has their quirks.Maybe we should start small.You got a name?Byron Gruman.Byron, huh?Mind if I call you Burn?Ive met so many people over the years,Ive come to rely on nicknames.We wont be together long enoughfor it to matt

THE ELKS.MY FATHER IS AN ELK!I HAVE HIS TOOTHIN HERE.JUST HOLDCHOWSIE FOR ME.LOUISE, STOPSUCKING YOUR THUMB.PROFESSOR,I JUST MARVELHOW YOU CANMAKE A PERFORMERINTO AN ARTISTE.GIVE MY GIRLSA GOOD LOUD DEE-DEE-DADA-DA-DA JOCKOWHATS GOING ON?GOD HELPS HIMWHO HELPS HIMSELF.OH, MR. ZIPSER.WHEN THE GIRLSDO THEIR SPECIALTY,COULD YOUAD LICK IT?DRUM ROLLGUS, PLEASESLAP BABY JUNEWITH SOMETHING PINK.SHES THE STAR.SMILE, BABY DEAR.I HAVE SEEN ALL KINDSOF MOTHERSDO YOU KNOW AN AGENTWHO COULD BOOKA PROFESSIONALACT LIKE OURS?PROFESSIONAL?GET A LOAD OF THIS-