CLICK HERE The White House Boys-An American Tragedy The term “The White House Boys” was coined in 1997 by Roger Dean Kiser on a former Geocities web site (BHI. TWILIGHT ZONE - Season 2 (1. Order TZ Convention DVDs. SEARCH THIS GUIDE BY SEASON: Season 1 (1. Season 2 (1. 96. 0- 1. Season 3 (1. 96. 1- 1. Season 4 (1. 96. 3) ; Season 5 (1. Rating Guide: I - Superior; II - Excellent; III - Very Good; IV - Fair. V - Below Average; VI - Not Good. For a casual introduction to . James Embry finds himself in the desert, lying in the sand next. Africa in 1. 94. 3 . Here are 10 ways you're being a terrible neighbor. After family, friends, and coworkers, neighbors comprise one of our most basic social networks. American Beauty movie reviews & Metacritic score: Provoked by forbidden passions, Lester Burnham (Spacey) decides to make a few changes in his rut of a life. We'll look after you. Captain James Embry: Crazy dream. I went back.. I went back to the desert. Embry. The Psychiatrist: No, no, no, no, no, no. You went back to the desert. Then what? Captain James Embry: I went back to my plane. I was looking for the fellows. I looked everywhere for them. I saw Blake but it was a mirage, an illusion. None of them were there. The Doctor: It was an illusion, Mr. Embry, but you're out of it now. You're going to be alright. I should have gone on that mission. I chickened out! The Psychiatrist: You didn't chicken out. You had no way of knowing that plane wasn't going to come back. And now you realize it more as time goes by and you'll feel better for it. It's out in the open now. You don't have to hide it in a pit deep inside of you. That's what's been hurting you all these years. Captain James Embry: Another crazy thing. An illusion or a dream or whatever. I was out there in the desert and above me in the sky - jets. African desert, and jet planes overhead. Just as if I'd.. just as if I had gone back there today. Did I go back to my plane? The Psychiatrist: In your mind. That's how you went back. Only in your mind. Captain James Embry: Only in my mind. The Doctor: Go back to sleep now, Mr. You're going to be alright. The Psychiatrist: I think the worst part of it is over. At least the guilt is out in the open and he knows what it is. The Doctor: That illusion certainly seems real to him. The Psychiatrist: Well, a couple of days, a week, it'll lose all reality. The Nurse: Doctor, these are Mr. You left them in the examination room. The Doctor: Put them on the desk here, Nurse. I'm going back in the room. I'll take them in. The Psychiatrist: Yeah, I'd like to talk to him in a day or so. The Doctor: Fine, I'll run a check on him. The Nurse: What's that? The Psychiatrist: It's sand.. The Man in the Bottle. ORIGINALLY BROADCAST AS EPISODE 0. STARRING CAST: Luther Adler, Vivi Janiss, Joseph Ruskin, Lisa Golm. WRITER: Rod Serling. DIRECTOR: Don Medford. SUMMARY: Mr. Arthur Castle, antique shop owners, buy an old wine bottle from a hungry lady named. Mrs. Gumley during the depression. What happened? Arthur Castle: I had a wish fulfilled. All the wishes ended the same way, in fragments and little pieces. Funny thing though, this place.. Edna Castle: You alright? Arthur Castle: Oh, I'm fine. Well, maybe we'll stop wishing for awhile. And since we obviously can't afford a brand new life, suppose we give the old one a paint job or something. Edna Castle: I think that's a very good idea. Edna Castle: We came out of it ahead anyway. Gordon. WRITER: Rod Serling. DIRECTOR: Douglas Heyes. SUMMARY: Jackie Rhoades, neighborhood criminal, waits for his boss to give him. Just before he leaves to go knock off an old bartender, he undergoes a face- to- face confrontation with his conscience which results in a decision to turn his life around. REVIEW: I. A small- time crimester named Jackie Rhoades who gets one hell of a wakeup call when his. Gordon is perhaps a little too suave and not nearly menacing. And I'll tell you what I do know. I gotta go out and do a job. I gotta knock off an old gleep on 3. Street. And if I don't do it by 2: 0. I ain't got much time. I gotta go now. John Rhoades: You got less time than you think, but you never had time. You didn't have time when that parole officer tried to help you. You could have listened to him, but you joined another gang. Six months later you were in jail again, and that parole officer couldn't help you any more than Janie Reardon could. Jackie Rhoades: Janie Reardon? She was a nice kid. John Rhoades: She was a beautiful woman. She tried to set you straight. I loved Janie Reardon. Jackie Rhoades: You loved her? How could you love anybody? You're just a piece of glass. John Rhoades: I could love, Jackie. I tried to tell you how much we needed her, but you graduated from the street gang into the shakedown rackets. Two years we spent in the pen on that one, and when we got out, Janie Reardon had gotten married and moved away. She walked out of your life, Jackie, out of our life. You cheated me out of her. Jackie Rhoades: Don't tell me your troubles. Dames I can take or leave alone. John Rhoades: Dames you can take or leave, huh. That's a statement for the press. You wouldn't want to have a girl, would you, Jackie? Somebody sweet and pretty. Somebody who would love you. Somebody who would be kind and gentle with you. You don't need that, do you, Jackie? Jackie Rhoades: Why don't you cut it out! Will you knock it off? What do you want from me anyway? I'm asking you, what do you want from me? I'm still waiting to hear. What do you want from me? John Rhoades: I want to take over, Jackie. I want to call the shots. I want you to let me out. I want a chance to live. I want to live with all the guts and goodness you left behind. I want to live the dreams you dreamed and never had the guts to live. Jackie Rhoades: Fat chance, buster. I'm me and you're you. And that's no statement for the press. I'm going out and knock me off an old man now and I'm gonna cut me a nice slice of cabbage for my troubles. I'm calling the shots and neither you nor anybody else is telling Jackie Rhoades what to do. Neither you nor anybody else. George, I'm doing what you told me, George. I'm just on my way out now. Yeah, George, I'm just leaving. Yeah, honest, George, honest. Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna leave right now, George. I'll meet you back here at 2: 3. Yeah, I'll meet you right back here, George. Okay. Jackie Rhoades: Hey? Hey, glass, come on out here. I want to see how I look, glass. Come on. John Rhoades: It don't make any difference, Jackie, because you're not going anywhere. You go out that door, you're finished. That's the door to nowhere. Jackie, Jackie, let me out. I want a decent job, some friends. Jackie Rhoades: I got a job, I got friends, I got everything I want. John Rhoades: You got nothing, you got nothing but a pain inside. You got no friends, no honor. It's time to be something. Let me take over, Jackie. This is your last chance. Jackie Rhoades: Alright, I'll let you out of there. Come on out of there, wiseguy! You're a liar! George: Get up, little man. I'm gonna take your skin off, foot by foot. Nobody went to the old man's bar tonight, Jackie. At last reports, he was in excellent health, thanks to you. Thanks to you, you raunchy little welsher. Well, what have you got to say for yourself, crumb, huh? What have you got to say for yourself? John Rhoades: What have I got to say for myself, George? Just two words: I resign. I resign. George: You what? John Rhoades: I resign. You can have your gun back, plus the following. And don't ever come back.. John Rhoades: Room Clerk, this is Jackie - this is John Rhoades, room 1. No, I'm not coming back. No, as a matter of fact, nothing's alright. The room's too hot, too small, and too dirty. It's just the place for bums, but not for me. Jackie Rhoades: Hey, what's to do now? John Rhoades: What's to do now? Now we go look for a job. Now maybe we get married. Now maybe we stop biting our nails. Finchley? Bartlett Finchley: I'll answer that burning question after you tell me what's wrong with that miracle of modern science, and also exactly how much this current larceny is going to cost me. The TV Repairman: Well, there's two hours labor, broken set of tubes, new oscillator and a new filter. Bartlett Finchley: How very technical, and how very convincing. I presume I'm to be dunned once again for three times the worth of the blasted thing. The TV Repairman: Last time I was over here, you kicked your foot through the screen, remember? Bartlett Finchley: I have a vivid recollection, thank you. The set was not working properly. I tried to get it to do so in a perfectly normal fashion. The TV Repairman: By kicking your foot through the screen? Why didn't you just horse- whip it, Mr. That'd show it who's boss. Bartlett Finchley: Miss Rogers? That's thirty pages in three hours and a half. That's the best I can do, Mr. Finchley. Bartlett Finchley: It's that idiotic machine, that typewriter of yours. Thomas Jefferson wrote the entire Declaration of Independence with a feather quill, and it took him only half the day. Miss Rogers: Why don't you hire Mr. Jefferson? Bartlett Finchley: Miss Rogers, did I ever tell you with what degree of distaste I view insubordination? Miss Rogers: Often and endlessly. I'll tell you what, Mr. You get yourself another girl, one with three arms and with roughly the same sensitivity as an alligator, and then you can work together till death do you part. As for me, I've had it! The TV Dancer: Get out of here, Finchley. Why don't you get out of here, Finchley? The Medic: You pull the body out? The Policeman: Yeah. That's funny, they usually float. The Medic: What do you mean, usually? The Policeman: Well, he was on the bottom. He wasn't weighted either. There was nothing to hold him down. The Medic: Huh. The Policeman: His eyes were open. He looked scared, like something had been chasing him or something. The neighbors said that he'd been shouting and running around last night. I wonder what it was that could have scared him. The Medic: Whatever it was, it's a little item he took along with him. The Policeman: Yeah. Imagining things. The Medic: Maybe. The Policeman: Could be he had a heart attack or something. The Medic: Could be. Wynant, Robin Hughes, John Carradine, Frederic Ledebur, Ezelle Poule WRITER: Charles Beaumont. DIRECTOR: Douglas Heyes. SUMMARY: David Ellington gets lost in a storm on a walking tour and stumbles upon a hermitage. REVIEW: IThe great Igor Stravinsky was one of the few truly distinguished personalities of the. The Devil personified. Wynant specifically, but it. New York actor playing David Ellington. Cimarron (1. 96. 0) - Rotten Tomatoes. Here are some life lessons I gleaned: 1. Be a shiftless drifter. People like drifters, especially drifters who smile a lot. Preferred professions to dabble in before drifting: gun slinger, lawyer, newspaper editor, trapper, tanner, prospector, and Rough Rider. Remember, if you drag your newly- wedded wife into the boonies with the promise of free land and an idyllic farm life, and then renege on that promise because the prostitute you used to sleep with claims the land before you, don't despair. Your wife will have her whole life to forgive you. Indians make terrible in- laws, but excellent house cleaners. When you find out the prostitute you used to sleep with - the one who stole your idyllic farmland - still loves you, be sure to strengthen that filial bond, but don't give in to her. It's the only way you're going to force that woman off of her butt and back into whoring. Plus, your wife will have her whole life to forgive you. Speaking of forgiveness - you should forgive the folly of youth, so long as the youth in question is trying to emulate your gun slinging years. When you become bored with your family, it's understandable to leave without so much as a . While on your years- long sojourn, don't forget to send your son a polar bear skin. Polar bear skins make great surrogate fathers. When you return from your years- long sojourn, find out what your uppity redneck oil baron friend has been doing, then use your newspaper influence to sink him because, you know, his evil ways would have really bothered you if you'd been around to see them. If you're offered a juicy job, say a governorship, and your wife wants you to take the job because she's sick of your shiftless lifestyle, but you know that you're only being offered the job because a bunch of rich guys want to control you, you should take the governorship, then subvert their evil intentions and use the power they've given you against them.. You run really fast, and you don't leave a post- it note. Your wife will have her whole life to forgive you. Your wife will forgive you.
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