Ik heb een vraagje, ik hoop dat iemand mij hiermee kan helpen.
Voor drama moet ik samen met een vriendin een dialoog presenteren voor de klas. Het moet een dialoog zijn van ongeveer 5 minuten, en we moeten deze inleiden en afsluiten met muziek die de sfeer van de dialoog neerzet.
NOu is mijn vraag: wie heeft er een dialoog voor 2 meiden van ongeveer 5 minuten of weet waar ik die zou kunnen vinden?

Alvast ontzettend bedankt.

Liefs Monique

Ik zou een dialoog uit de film Pulp Fiction pakken 😛 lekker zinloos ouwehoeren en dan de Misirlou soundtrack erin gooien 😛

Jules: Okay, so tell me again about the hash bars

Vincent: Okay, watcha wanna know?

Jules: Hash is legal now right?

Vincent: Yeah, it’s legal, but it ain’t 100% legal. I mean, you can’t just walk into a…restaurant, roll a joint, and start puffing away. I mean, they want you to smoke it in your home or certain designated places.

Jules: And those are hash bars

Vincent: Yeah, it breaks down like this, okay, it’s legal to buy it, it’s legal to own it, and if you’re the proprietor of a hash bars, it’s legal to sell it. It’s legal to carry it, but but, that doesn’t matter, because…get a load of this, alright, if you get stopped by a cop in Amsterdam, it’s illegal for them to search you. I mean, that’s the right the cops in Amsterdam DON’T have

Jules: Oh man, I’m going, that’s all it is to it, I’m f**kin going

Vincent: I know baby, you dig it the most…..but you know the funniest thing about Europe is?

Jules: What?

Vincent: It’s the little differences. I mean, they got the same sh*t over there that they got here, but it’s just, it’s just their’s a little different

Jules: Example

Vincent: Alright, well you can walk into a movie theater in Amsterdam, and buy a beer. And I don’t mean just like no paper cup, I’m talking about a glass of beer. And in Paris, you can buy a beer in McDonald’s. And you know what they call uh…a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?

Jules: They don’t call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?

Vincent: nah man they got the metric system, they wouldn’t know what the f*ck a quarter pounder is

Jules: Then what do they call it?

Vincent: They call it, uh, Royale with Cheese

Jules: Royale with Cheese?

Vincent: That’s right

Jules: What do they call a Big Mac?

Vincent: A Big Mac is a Big Mac, but they call it Le Big Mac

Jules: Le Big Mac, (laughs) what do they call a Whopper?

Vincent: I don’t know, I didn’t go into Burger King…..You know what they put on french fries in Holland instead of ketchup?

Jules: What?

Vincent: Mayonnaise

Jules: Damn, laughter

Vincent: I seen them do it man, they f**ckin drown them in that sh*t

Jules: Yuck

De film V for Vendetta heeft ook geweldige dialogen.

Evey Hammond: Who are you?

V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.

Evey Hammond: Well I can see that.

V: Of course you can. I’m not questioning your powers of observation I’m merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.

Evey Hammond: Oh. Right.

V: But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.

V: Voila! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.

V: The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.

V: Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

Evey Hammond: Are you like a crazy person?

of…natuurlijk de klassieker “Monty Python and the Holy Grail”:

ARTHUR:
  I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside!
BLACK KNIGHT:
  I move for no man.
ARTHUR:
  So be it!
ARTHUR and BLACK KNIGHT:
  Aaah!, hiyaah!, etc.
  [ARTHUR chops the BLACK KNIGHT’s left arm off]
ARTHUR:
  Now stand aside, worthy adversary.
BLACK KNIGHT:
  ‘Tis but a scratch.
ARTHUR:
  A scratch? Your arm’s off!
BLACK KNIGHT:
  No, it isn’t.
ARTHUR:
  Well, what’s that, then?
BLACK KNIGHT:
  I’ve had worse.
ARTHUR:
  You liar!
BLACK KNIGHT:
  Come on, you pansy!
  [clang]
  Huyah!
  [clang]
  Hiyaah!
  [clang]
  Aaaaaaaah!
  [ARTHUR chops the BLACK KNIGHT’s right arm off]
ARTHUR:
  Victory is mine!
  [kneeling]
  We thank Thee Lord, that in Thy mer—
BLACK KNIGHT:
  Hah!
  [kick]
  Come on, then.
ARTHUR:
  What?
BLACK KNIGHT:
  Have at you!
  [kick]
ARTHUR:
  Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine.
BLACK KNIGHT:
  Oh, had enough, eh?
ARTHUR:
  Look, you stupid bastard. You’ve got no arms left.
BLACK KNIGHT:
  Yes, I have.
ARTHUR:
  Look!
BLACK KNIGHT:
  Just a flesh wound.
  [kick]
ARTHUR:
  Look, stop that.
BLACK KNIGHT:
  Chicken!
  [kick]
  Chickennn!
ARTHUR:
  Look, I’ll have your leg.
  [kick]
  Right!
  [whop]
  [ARTHUR chops the BLACK KNIGHT’s right leg off]
BLACK KNIGHT:
  Right. I’ll do you for that!
ARTHUR:
  You’ll what?
BLACK KNIGHT:
  Come here!
ARTHUR:
  What are you going to do, bleed on me?
BLACK KNIGHT:
  I’m invincible!
ARTHUR:
  You’re a looney.
BLACK KNIGHT:
  The Black Knight always triumphs! Have at you! Come on, then.
  [whop]
  [ARTHUR chops the BLACK KNIGHT’s last leg off]
BLACK KNIGHT:
  Oh? All right, we’ll call it a draw.
ARTHUR:
  Come, Patsy.
BLACK KNIGHT:
  Oh. Oh, I see. Running away, eh? You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what’s coming to you. I’ll bite your legs off!