The Wedding Singer, 1998 Writer: Tim Herlihy http://movieclips.com/7PXq-the-wedding-singer-movie-grow-old-with-you/ ROBBIE: (sings) I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad. Carry you around when your arthritis is bad. Oh, all I wanna do is grow old with you. I'll get you medicine when your tummy aches, Build you a fire if the furnace breaks. Oh, it could be so nice growing old with you. I'll miss you, kiss you, Give you my coat when you are cold, Need you, feed you, even let you hold the remote control. GLENN: What the hell's that fruit doin' here? Get outta the way! Get outta the way! STEWARD:Excuse me, sir. I have to serve the beverages. BILLY IDOL: Oh, how you doin', sir? Chicken or fish? GLENN: You better get out of my way, Billy, or you're gonna get hurt. BILLY IDOL: Oh, yeah? BIKER: Don't you talk to Billy Idol that way! ROBBIE: (sings) So let me clear the dishes in our kitchen sink. Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink. Oh, I could be the man who grows old with you. I wanna grow old with you. TRIVIA: Carrie Fisher, Judd Apatow, and Adam Sandler worked uncredited on the script. This song says it all with such sincerity and devotion, Glenn-Jerk doesn't stand a chance. Plus, a Billy Idol cameo?! Case closed.

From "Dan in Real Life"... Dan hasn't been on a real date since his wife died several years ago. His family sets himself up with an ugly duckling hometown girl Ruthie Draper, whom his brother and brother-in-law proceed to make a subject of an impromptu, hilarious song about called "Ruthie Pig-Faced Draper." Nothing like family to rub salt into the wound. Of course, the joke's on his family... Ruthie has transformed herself since high school and turned into a character played by the fetching Emily Blount. Here's the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7wuH6eO2oM

Il Postino (1994) Screenplay by Anna Pavignano & Michael Radford & Furio Scarpelli & Giacomo Scarpelli & Massimo Troisi, story by Furio Scarpelli & Giacomo Scarpelli, novel by Antonio Skármeta. http://cli.ps/x3td Donna Rosa: Be honest with me. What did he tell you? Beatrice: Metaphors. Donna Rosa: Metaphors? Never heard such big words from you before. What metaphors did he do to you? Beatrice: Did? He said them! He said my smile spreads across my face like a butterfly. Donna Rosa: And then? Beatrice: I laughed when he said that. Mario: Your laugh is a rose… a spear unearthed, crashing water. Your laugh is a sudden silvery wave. Donna Rosa: Then what did you do? Beatrice: I kept quiet. Donna Rosa: And he? Beatrice: What else did he say? Donna Rosa: No, what did he do? Your postman, as well as a mouth, has two hands! Beatrice: He never touched me. He said he was happy to be next to a pure young woman. Like being on the shores of the white ocean. Mario: I like it — I like it when you’re silent because it’s as though you’re absent. Donna Rosa: And you? And he? Beatrice: He looked at me, too, then he stopped looking at my eyes and began to look at my hair without a word, as though he were thinking. Donna Rosa: Enough, my child! When a man starts to touch you with words he’s not far off with his hands. Beatrice: There’s nothing wrong with words. Donna Rosa: Words are the worst things ever. I’d prefer a drunkard at the bar touching your bum to someone who says, ”Your smile flies like a butterfly”! Beatrice: It ”spreads” like a butterfly! Donna Rosa: Flies, spreads, it’s the same thing!

That Thing You Do (1996) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lql2g9SgJ6s Mr. White: I don't want any of this lover's lament crap. I want something peppy, something happy, something up-tempo. I want something snappy. Jimmy: [smiles and sings] I... I quit... I quit... I quit... [speaks seriously] Jimmy: I quit, Mr. White

Hiding behind humor and sarcasm in life, Troy is only able to express his feelings through song. Reality Bites (1994), written by Helen Childress. http://www.metacafe.com/watch/an-XJOr4tnu2hY4u/reality_bites_1994_im_nuthin/ Troy: Got a pothead mama, got a cokehead dad.?I'm the ultra-modern version of the American man. Don't feel good, but don't feel bad. Cause me, you see, I'm nuthin'.?I ain't left, I ain't right.?I feel so alone. Before I was born, I was all gone. Don't even make sense that I wrote this song.?Cause...? Sammy: Tell me it's not true.? Troy: ...me, you see, I'm nuthin'.?I'm nuthin'. Nuthin'. That's me. I'm nuthin'. Vickie: Lainie, sex is the quickest way to ruin a friendship. Come on. Troy:?Thank you! We'll be right back with a new American cheese snack idea.

Now this script would never get past the development execs at any major studio, with what is now its completely inappropriate language. But for all that, this movie is still one of the funniest movies ever made (Richard Pryor co-wrote the script. Guess which parts.) and a bitingly sharp social commentary on race. Mel Brooks does to racists here what he did to Nazis in The Producers. Blazing Saddles (1973) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L7QF32mxftE Lyle: [Taunting the mainly-black railworkers] When you was slaves, you sang like birds. Come on! Let's hear a good, old nigger work song! [Enraged, the workers move to attack him, but are stopped by Bart. He promptly proceeds to sing.] Bart: [Crooning, Sammy Davis, Jr.-style, with fellow railworkers providing backing vocals] I get no kick from champagne... Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all...[the bullying supervisors look immensely insulted] so why then should it be true?... that I get a belt - outta you... Some get a kick from coca-yeai-yeaiiiinnnneee... Lyle: Hold it! Hold it! What the hell is that shit?! I meant a song! A real song! Something like [singing] "Swing low, sweet chariot"... [The railworkers mumble to each other in mock confusion] Lyle: Don't know that one, huh. Well how about "De Camptown Ladies"? Bart: De Camptown Ladies? Railworkers: De Camptown Ladies? Lyle: Oh, you know! "De Camptown ladies sing this song, doo-dah, doo-dah! Camptown Race Track five miles long, oh-de-do-da-dahy!" [The white supervisors begin joining in, complete with ludicrous dancing actions, much to the amusement of the railworkers. Suddenly, Taggart rides in aboard a galloping horse, shooting wildly into the air, interrupting the song, and scattering the white supervisors aside.] Taggart: What in the Wide World of Sports is a-goin' on here? I hired you people to get some track laid, not to jump around like a bunch of Kansas City faggots!