I wish that I could add some hyperbole to this trailer to encapsulate how I felt when I watched it but who am I kidding?
This is SNAKES ON A PLANE.
Sam Jackson's house payment must have come the same day this script did.
"I can't god%mm believe I've got to pay 25,000 for this mutha fu$%ing house again. I mean, Jesus C%rist, a man works hard all week to provide something for his family and I've got to face this sh&t in my mailbox? Oh, what's this?
(Grabs script from inbetween his Hammacher Schlemmer catalog and April issue of Teen People)
"SNAKES ON A PLANE? SNAKES ON A Mutha Fu%&ing PLANE?? I was Jules Winnfield, I was in a DIE HARD, for fu$ks sake."
(Initially gives it a cursory read over. He finds himself slowing down and intently reading the script in its entirety, completely oblivious to the coffee mug ring stains, cigarette burns and stench of urine wafting from the crinkly pages.)
"I've found it! I've found the role of a lifetime! SNAKES ON A PLANE!"
At least this is how I THINK this deal went down. I could be wrong.