That the heart cannot heal what the eye cannot see. Because caring is part of the secret, the secret we all learn. Perhaps not Brother John, brother to all men, but at least fit to walk among men who care. Narrator: Now he is John, no longer Jackie. That's not the big score in 's the Twilight Zone. You won't be able to jimmy yourself out as easily as you got in. You're a small-timer, a roof-crawler, a poke pincher, a nickel-and-dime grifter with salt in your dreams and ashes in your pockets. Now imagine you're this man, who can only guess at the wonders he might have known, wonders that exist for him now only as a om The Twilight Zone. Narrator: Imagine yourself a visitor to many worlds, drifting on the solar wind, a thousand voices singing in your memory. Dreams for Sale Chameleon Curt Lockridge: But, wait, wait, wait, tell me, why did you come here!. A man determined to prevail in the world that was, and the world that is, or the world that will be.in the Twilight Zone. What does matter is that Bill Lowery isn't ordinary. Existence is slippery at the best of times. Narrator: A question trembles in the silence: Why did this remarkable thing happen to this perfectly ordinary man? It may not matter why the world shifted so drastically for him. Bill Lowery: What does it mean! Tell me! Cathy Lowery: It's a color. What does "lunch" mean? Cathy Lowery: Bill, you know what "lunch" means. Bill Lowery: "Dinosaur"? Come on, Kathy, i-it's "lunch"! The word is "lunch"! Cathy Lowery: "Lunch"? What has "lunch" got to do with anything? Bill Lowery: "What has lunch got to do with any - ?"? All right. Bill Lowery: Why are you saying "dinosaur"? Cathy Lowery: What do you expect me to say? Bill Lowery: Did Robbie or someone for work call you and tell you to say "dinosaur" as a joke or something? Cathy Lowery: Robbie? Who's Robbie? Why would he call me? Bill Lowery: Then why are you saying "dinosaur" instead of "lunch"? Cathy Lowery: "Dinosaur instead of lunch," Bill, what are you talking about? Bill Lowery: Can't you hear what you're saying? You're saying Donnie wouldn't touch his *dinosaur*! Cathy Lowery: I know. Did you say "dinosaur"? Cathy Lowery: Mm-hmm, he wouldn't touch it and it's his favorite: tuna-fish. Bill Lowery: What? What did you say? Cathy Lowery: I said, I think Donnie's cold is getting worse. He's so pale and awfully congested and he didn't touch his dinosaur when I took it in to him. Bill Lowery: Is something the matter? Cathy Lowery: His cold's getting worse. Cathy Lowery: Excuse me, sweetie, I don't mean to interrupt you, but this is gonna be done pretty quick and I wanted you to look in on Donnie before we eat. I was leaving work, and this kid - Robbie? works in the mail room? - he stops me and he says. Except for one really strange thing that happened. Wordplay Cathy Lowery: How was your morning? Bill Lowery: Pretty good, I guess. We've had a verification Soviet missiles have entered U.S. nuclear war has just broken out between the United States and Russia. What's the point? It's over! It's over! We're history. those of you listening should immediately go to the nearest public shelter. just had a confirmation the first Soviet missile will reach the U.S. A Little Peace and Quiet Narrator: Wouldn't it be nice if once in a while everyone would just shut up and stop pestering you? Wouldn't it be great to have the time to finish a thought or spin a daydream? To think out loud without being required to explain exactly what you meant? If you had the power, would you dare to use it, even knowing that silence may have voices of its own. on a lonely battlefield, somewhere in the Twilight Zone. Narrator: Peter Jay Novins, both victor and victim, of a brief struggle for custody of a man's soul. The sad part is, you know it, and you still won't make repairs. Me! Peter Jay Novins: There's nothing wrong with my life! Not one thing! Nothing! So what's so wrong with it, wise guy? Peter Jay Novins: Everything! Just about every piece of a stinks on ice. Season 1 Shatterday Peter Jay Novins: What do you mean I can't lead a happy life? What do you know about it? Peter Jay Novins: What do I know about your life? Who do you think you're talking to? This is me, Novins.
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