Lost in Bolivia

The complete movie script for Lost in Bolivia:

               EXT. BOLIVIAN JUNGLE - DAY?

               ZELAZO and ZINDA hack their way through the dense jungle,
               some place in Bolivia.  It's probably daytime, but the
               denseness of the trees and other jungle substances make it
               impossible to tell for sure.

                                   ZELAZO
                         I rue the day that you and your
                         brain and its brainpan talked me
                         into coming to Bolivia.  My nitride
                         levels must have been extremely
                         deficient that morning.

                                   ZINDA
                         Don't be verbally erupting over my
                         brainpan, you jerk.  That kind of
                         fake edginess makes you sound like
                         a zombie geisha, not a rainforest
                         explorer who would kill a bird for
                         little more than improper bleating.

                                   ZELAZO
                         I don't even care any more.  My
                         lack of decorum is entirely due to
                         my frayed sanity after being here
                         for all these many years.

                                   ZINDA
                         It's only been two hours!

                                   ZELAZO
                         Your unnecessary lies are like a
                         bulldozer running over my heart.
                         They slash through my brain like a
                         butter knife through a brain.  Stop
                         your lying, this isn't Arkansas
                         anymore.

                                   ZINDA
                         I do not lie, even to an
                         undependable towel of a man like
                         you.  It's only been two hours.

               Zelazo doesn't reply, and instead just keeps hacking through
               the brush and rainforest creatures that are in his way.

               INT. AIRPLANE, FLIGHT 447 - NIGHT

               Zelazo and Zinda are flying back home.  Most of the rest of
               the passengers are sleeping for the long flight, but Zinda
               and Zelazo are still awake.

                                   ZELAZO
                         I'm so glad that we finally got
                         rescued.  Though my shoes are
                         tarnished and shall never be used
                         for golf again.

                                   ZINDA
                         Rescued?  We had tickets for this
                         flight.  We knew we were going to
                         the airport tonight all along.  Who
                         put larvae in YOUR yams?

                                   ZELAZO
                         My yams are just fine, no thanks to
                         you.  I'll be having nightmares and
                         screaming through my sleep for the
                         next 15 years because of this.  And
                         did I mention my shoes?

                                   ZINDA
                         Your shoes will be fine with some
                         water, that dirt will wash right
                         off.

                                   ZELAZO
                             (angrily)
                         They've been defiled and will never
                         be golf-worthy again!  Why do you
                         tango so rudely with my emotions!?

               Zinda immediately falls asleep, leaving Zelazo to wander the
               aisles of the plane for the next few hours.  What is he
               looking for?  His sanity?  A midget hiding in the luggage
               compartments?  Only the sequel will reveal that.

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