ROSS PIPKIN VOICE STYLES
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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Greetings from Hollywood. Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's recipe for your enjoyment is Melo Drama, that spine tingling compound of mystery murder and romance Key Largo. You know, it takes just the right ingredients, and the playwrights know how to make a successful drama. And it takes just the right ingredients and scientific know how to make a product like Lux toilet soap. But women everywhere recognized its quality. And, like nine out of 10 screen stars, choose Lux toilet soap as their own complexion. Care is curtain time, and here is Act one of Key Largo. Now, look, Pop, let's be nice and sensible, huh? Now, if I get the question, but you don't know won't hurt you. I'm expecting a friend. You got to get here in a couple of hours now and then we get out of here. Now, try and put up with us that long, huh? Hey, Well, sister, what are we gonna eat tonight? Pompano, Maybe Chapter one. Haiti 1983. A desk is a dangerous place from which to view the world. John le Carre. Eight days ago, our United States Coast Guard ship pulled into port a prince Haiti, to repatriate another bunch of desperate refugees screwed blue and tattooed. Two roads forked any wood. I don't care what roads do in private. I turned and headed back. It was cold. And that has made no difference at all. Well, taxi driver dropped some Coast Guard guy off Trumbo Point. He saw you in the water, actually saw your, uh, bumpers. Ah. Ah. Float on the water near the burning boat and called me quite explained on the way back to the boat. Yeah, **** help. Dimple took a snort. And unlike flares, they work better when they're wet. One de pair decorate coming up tall. Paul hoisted the drink in the air. You got to go down, but you don't gotta come up, right, Quaid? After Quaid returned, he headed back to the Spilner. Within minutes, Billy Beane and Tom Below also arrived and plot down next to him. Being sat under the same stinky lobster balls as before. Was it a coincidence? What's up, boys? Do you wanna die from money? Quite asked. Might be **** not people die or a lot less time below equipped. Good point. Yeah. My aunt died from winning a ping go **** up Heart attack right on the talking table. No ****. Bulow worded. Good point, huh? Tom below Mumbled. Listen, quit. I'm tired of looking into rich people's windows and dreaming Carpets, toilets, A C units and cable. Come on, boys. Let's get some our own Deng Selves. Right, Bean, They'll take the deal. What other choice do they have? But being professional Brooks, they will want to protect their interests. So you take them to the site onboard Pettis, Bungie To see or themselves genius. Right? You think, though go for that being asked? ****, no! They'll kill you Be or the stones Try But let me finish. Once you're on the wreck, you he wto below you keep saying you. What happened to we equate asked I get into it. Hold your snorkel anyway Tom Below coughed and bit the filter off a camel which was tougher than it looks since he lost his front teeth. What art thou the first? I am pride. I distain toe have any parents? I am like to Ovid's flee. I can creep into every corner of a winch, sometimes like a Perry wig. I sit upon her brow or like a fan of feathers I kiss her lips? Indeed I do. What do I not? But FYI, what I sent is here. Now that's speak Another word except the ground were perfumed and covered with cloth of ours. What art thou the second e? I am covetousness begotten of an old churl in an old leather in bag and mart. I have my wish. I would desire that this house and all the people in it returned to gold that I might lock you up in my good chest. Oh, my sweet gold. What art thou the third e? I, um rest. I had no their father, new mother. I leapt out of a lion's mouth when I was scarce half and hour old And never since several up and down the world with this case of rape years wounding myself When I had nobody to fight with all I was born in **** and look to it for some of you shall be my father. What art thou? The fourth I envy Begotten of a chimney sweep Burn an oyster wife I cannot read and therefore wish all books were birds. Oh, I am lean with seeing others eat. Oh, that there would come a famine through all the world that all might die And I live alone Oh, then now should see how fat I would be But must thou sit and I stand Come down with a vengeance away Envious rascal What art thou the fifth who I say I am Gwatney. My parents are old, Dead in the devil A pity they have left me but a bear pension And that is 30 meals a day and 10 Bevers A small trifle to suffice nature Oh, I come of a royal parentage. My grandfather was a Gavin of bacon, My grandmother Hogshead of claret wine. My godfather's were these Peter Pickled Herring and Martin Marshall, Miss Beef Ho. But my godmother she was a jolly gentlewoman, well beloved in every good town in city. Her name was Mistress Marjorie March Beer. Now how STIs now has stirred all my progeny. Will Dow bid me to supper? No, I'll see the hanged that was hit upon my Victuals than the general choke the choke myself. Glutton Who art thou the sixth I m slough? I was big garden on a sunny bank where I have lain ever since And you have done me great injury to bring me from thence. Let me be carried there again by gluttony and lechery are not speak another word for a king's ransom. What are you, Mistress Minks? The seventh and last who? Aye, sir. I am one that loves an inch of Rahm mutton. Better than an L of fried stock fish. And the first letter of my name begins with lechery. A way to hail to ****! Now, Faustus, how does like this? Oh, this feeds my soul. Took Faustus and **** is all manner of delight Home. Might I see Helen returned again? How happy will I then thou shalt I will send for the midnight. In meantime, take this book, peruse it thoroughly and now shall turn myself into what shape thou wilt. Great. Thanks, Mighty Lucifer. This will I keep us. Cherry is my life. Farewell, Faustus. And think on the devil. Farewell. Great Lucifer! Come Mephisto! Feliz