diff --git a/text1.txt b/text1.txt index 9cdd5be..41db032 100644 --- a/text1.txt +++ b/text1.txt @@ -1,49 +1,52 @@ -October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden -spate of colds among the staff and students. Her Pepperup potion worked instantly, though it left the drinker smoking at the ears -for several hours afterward. Ginny Weasley, who had been looking pale, was bullied into taking some by Percy. The steam pouring from -under her vivid hair gave the impression that her whole head was on fire. +Quote from "Harry Potter and the Chamber of the Secrets" by J.K. Rowling -Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, -and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. Oliver Wood's enthusiasm for regular training sessions, however, was not -dampened, which was why Harry was to be found, late one stormy Saturday afternoon a few days before Halloween, returning to Gryffindor -Tower, drenched to the skin and splattered with mud. -Even aside from the rain and wind it hadn't been a happy practice session. Fred and George, who had been spying on the Slytherin team, -had seen for themselves the speed of those new Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones. They reported that the Slytherin team was no more than seven -greenish blurs, shooting through the air like missiles. +October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden +spate of colds among the staff and students. Her Pepperup potion worked instantly, though it left the drinker smoking at the ears +for several hours afterward. Ginny Weasley, who had been looking pale, was bullied into taking some by Percy. The steam pouring from +under her vivid hair gave the impression that her whole head was on fire. -As Harry squelched along the deserted corridor he came across somebody who looked just as preoccupied as he was. Nearly Headless Nick, -the ghost of Gryffindor Tower, was staring morosely out of a window, muttering under his breath, ". . . don't fulfill their -requirements . . . half an inch, if that . . ." +Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, +and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. Oliver Wood's enthusiasm for regular training sessions, however, was not +dampened, which was why Harry was to be found, late one stormy Saturday afternoon a few days before Halloween, returning to Gryffindor +Tower, drenched to the skin and splattered with mud. -"Hello, Nick," said Harry. +Even aside from the rain and wind it hadn't been a happy practice session. Fred and George, who had been spying on the Slytherin team, +had seen for themselves the speed of those new Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones. They reported that the Slytherin team was no more than seven +greenish blurs, shooting through the air like missiles. -"Hello, hello," said Nearly Headless Nick, starting and looking round. He wore a dashing, plumed hat on his long curly hair, -and a tunic with a ruff, which concealed the fact that his neck was almost completely severed. He was pale as smoke, and Harry -could see right through him to the dark sky and torrential rain outside. +As Harry squelched along the deserted corridor he came across somebody who looked just as preoccupied as he was. Nearly Headless Nick, +the ghost of Gryffindor Tower, was staring morosely out of a window, muttering under his breath, ". . . don't fulfill their +requirements . . . half an inch, if that . . ." -"You look troubled, young Potter," said Nick, folding a transparent letter as he spoke and tucking it inside his doublet. +"Hello, Nick," said Harry. -"So do you," said Harry. +"Hello, hello," said Nearly Headless Nick, starting and looking round. He wore a dashing, plumed hat on his long curly hair, +and a tunic with a ruff, which concealed the fact that his neck was almost completely severed. He was pale as smoke, and Harry +could see right through him to the dark sky and torrential rain outside. -"Ah," Nearly Headless Nick waved an elegant hand, "a matter of no importance. . . . It's not as though I really wanted to join. . . . -Thought I'd apply, but apparently I 'don't fulfill requirements' -" +"You look troubled, young Potter," said Nick, folding a transparent letter as he spoke and tucking it inside his doublet. -In spite of his airy tone, there was a look of great bitterness on his face. +"So do you," said Harry. -"But you would think, wouldn't you," he erupted suddenly, pulling the letter back out of his pocket, "that getting hit forty-five -times in the neck with a blunt axe would qualify you to join the Headless Hunt?" +"Ah," Nearly Headless Nick waved an elegant hand, "a matter of no importance. . . . It's not as though I really wanted to join. . . . +Thought I'd apply, but apparently I 'don't fulfill requirements' -" -"Oh - yes," said Harry, who was obviously supposed to agree. +In spite of his airy tone, there was a look of great bitterness on his face. -"I mean, nobody wishes more than I do that it had all been quick and clean, and my head had come off properly, I mean, -it would have saved me a great deal of pain and ridicule. However -" Nearly Headless Nick shook his letter open and read -furiously: "'We can only accept huntsmen whose heads have parted company with their bodies. You will appreciate that it would be -impossible otherwise for members to participate in hunt activities such as Horseback Head-Juggling and Head Polo. It is with the -greatest regret, therefore, that I must inform you that you do not fulfill our requirements. With very best wishes, -Sir Patrick Delaney-Podmore.'" +"But you would think, wouldn't you," he erupted suddenly, pulling the letter back out of his pocket, "that getting hit forty-five +times in the neck with a blunt axe would qualify you to join the Headless Hunt?" -Fuming, Nearly Headless Nick stuffed the letter away. +"Oh - yes," said Harry, who was obviously supposed to agree. -"Half an inch of skin and sinew holding my neck on, Harry! Most people would think that's good and beheaded, but oh, no, -it's not enough for Sir Properly Decapitated-Podmore." +"I mean, nobody wishes more than I do that it had all been quick and clean, and my head had come off properly, I mean, +it would have saved me a great deal of pain and ridicule. However -" Nearly Headless Nick shook his letter open and read +furiously: "'We can only accept huntsmen whose heads have parted company with their bodies. You will appreciate that it would be +impossible otherwise for members to participate in hunt activities such as Horseback Head-Juggling and Head Polo. It is with the +greatest regret, therefore, that I must inform you that you do not fulfill our requirements. With very best wishes, +Sir Patrick Delaney-Podmore.'" + +Fuming, Nearly Headless Nick stuffed the letter away. + +"Half an inch of skin and sinew holding my neck on, Harry! Most people would think that's good and beheaded, but oh, no, +it's not enough for Sir Properly Decapitated-Podmore." diff --git a/text2.txt b/text2.txt index d247cd8..44f90f7 100644 --- a/text2.txt +++ b/text2.txt @@ -1,6 +1,6 @@ Quotes from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air: -Uncle Phil: "We Eat Here Later. You Eat Here Never. +Uncle Phil: "We Eat Here Later. You Eat Here Never. Jazz: "Looks Like You Eat Here Often." Geoffrey: "Quite Right Sir. You Threw Him On The Lawn, He ROLLED Into The Street." @@ -11,34 +11,34 @@ Uncle Phil: "You Find Geoffrey And You Bring Him Back Or They'll Never Find Your Geoffrey: "Ou Ou Ou, Can I Get It For You?" -Girl: "Excuse Me, What's A Nine-Letter Word For Terrific?" +Girl: "Excuse Me, What's A Nine-Letter Word For Terrific?" Will: "That's Easy: Will Smith." -Uncle Phil: "This Fat-Free Cake Isn't Bad, Geoffrey." +Uncle Phil: "This Fat-Free Cake Isn't Bad, Geoffrey." Geoffrey: "Sir, That's A Sponge." -Vivian: "That Man Is On Thin Ice!" +Vivian: "That Man Is On Thin Ice!" Geoffrey: "I'll Alert The Fish." -Carlton: "I Thought Ashley Was In Bed." +Carlton: "I Thought Ashley Was In Bed." Will: "Yeah, And You Also Thought Tupac Shakur Was A Jewish Holiday." Carlton: "Dad, Don't Do Anything Stupid! You Haven't Updated Your Will Yet." -Will: "So You're Saying The Only Reason I Loved Her Is Cause She's Rich And Let Me Sponge Off Of Her?" -Phil: "Yes." +Will: "So You're Saying The Only Reason I Loved Her Is Cause She's Rich And Let Me Sponge Off Of Her?" +Phil: "Yes." Will: "Then, I Love You Too, Uncle Phil." -Carlton: "Big Poopie." -Uncle Phil: "What Did You Say?" +Carlton: "Big Poopie." +Uncle Phil: "What Did You Say?" Carlton: "I Say... Uh... Beg, Puppy. To My Pretend Dog, Ernie. Fetch, Ernie. He's Gone Now." Carlton: "Steffi, Go Home. You're Not Age-Appropriate For This Party. (Carlton Puts On A Duck Floatie) I'm Going Swimming." -Vivian: "How Was The Flight, Honey?" -Will: "Yo, The Plane Ride Was Stupid. I Was Up In The First-Class." -Phil: "Excuse Me?" Will: "No, I'm Saying The Plane Ride Was Dope." -Philip: "Excuse Me?" +Vivian: "How Was The Flight, Honey?" +Will: "Yo, The Plane Ride Was Stupid. I Was Up In The First-Class." +Phil: "Excuse Me?" Will: "No, I'm Saying The Plane Ride Was Dope." +Philip: "Excuse Me?" Will: "No... Stupid, Dope, It's Not What You Think. How Would I Say This... [In A Nerdy Voice] The Flight Was Really Neat." -Will: "Oh My God, Carlton! What's That Hideous Thing Growing Out Of Your Neck?... Ah, Never Mind. It's Just Your Head." +Will: "Oh My God, Carlton! What's That Hideous Thing Growing Out Of Your Neck?... Ah, Never Mind. It's Just Your Head." lol gotem diff --git a/text3.txt b/text3.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0a2e30e --- /dev/null +++ b/text3.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +The bee movie script: