INT. DFO PRODUCTION OFFICE – DAY A pair of sleazy Hollywood producers are hard at work. One - DARKEST TIMELINE ZACK MORRIS - is inspecting his recent manicure, occasionally frowning at imperfections. The other - RIKKI-TIKKI-DEADLY - is impatiently peering at a six-pack planter of seedlings. RIKKI-TIKKI-DEADLY: Come on, damn you! Hurry up
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That’s My Raiders! Bye Bye Britain
EXT. THE ROYAL LONDON HOSPITAL – DAY Establishing shot. ANNOUNCER BETH MOWINS: That's My Royals [sic] is filmed on location in Belfast, [sic] England. CUT TO – INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY AMARI COOPER lies unconscious in a hospital bed. KOLTON MILLER sits in a chair in the corner of the room, munching on a big
That’s My Raiders! Pocket Presence
EXT. OAKLAND RAIDERS SHARED HOUSE – DAY Establishing shot and title card. ANNOUNCER BETH MOWINS: Everybody Loves My Raiders [sic] is filmed in front of a live stereo [sic] audience. CUT TO – INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY The music of Dashboard Confessional blares throughout the house. KOLTON MILLER sits on the couch, munching from
That’s My Raiders! The New Class (Your 2018 Oakland Raiders Preview)
EXT. OAKLAND RAIDERS SHARED HOUSE - DAY Establishing shot and title card. ANNOUNCER BETH MOWINS: That's My Ravens [sic] is filmed in front of a live studio auditorium [sic]. --- CUT TO - INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY SUNSHINE COWSER sits on the coach, reading Sun Tzu's "The Art of War" in its original Chinese.
Raiders at the Bye: A Capital Idea!
Your “Please God, Just Let it be Over Already” SNF Open Thread
Wet Hot Napa Summer: Last Night of Camp (Oakland Raiders 2016 Preview)
INT. RAIDERS TRAINING CAMP CABIN 14 - NIGHT. A pair of dark forms are supposed to be asleep in a set of bunks. AMARI COOPER: [softly] Derek? DEREK CARR: ... AMARI: [louder] Hey, Derek? DEREK: [grumbles] Mmm. AMARI: You awake? DEREK: [groggily] I am now. What's the matter? Did you have another nightmare about Aqib Talib [carrying
Whither, Raiders?
Raiders at the Bye: Hope Springs Eternal
EXT. COUNTRY CLUB PATIO LOUNGE - DAY Three well-dressed gentlemen sit comfortably in chairs around a circular table. A splendid array of hors d'oeuvres sits in front of them. A waiter arrives with a tray of cocktails and sets them down. XAVIER: [takes a sip of his Vesper martini] Ah, bye week. HENDRICK:
