I stumbled across the Chris Columbus Indy4 script.  Here is little bit that gave me a chuckle:
 
 THE MOORS - SEVERAL MINUTES LATER
        NIGHT has fallen. It is very DARK. A RELUCTANT Indiana has joined the
        Inspector and the other Policemen. They LEAD the townspeople along the
        foggy moors. Slowly, carefully, the villagers SEARCH... CREEPING...
        their faces tense, many unable to hide their FEAR. A summer wind sends
        an eeire HOWL whistling through the night air. Blue MOONLIGHT bathes
        the moors, creating stark, frightening shadows.
        An expression of ANGER and ANNOYANCE cover Indiana's face. He GRUMBLES
        to MacGowan.
                                        INDIANA
                        Do you value our friendship, Mac?
                                        MACGOWAN
                        More than me' nightly pint.
                                        INDIANA
                        Then this better not be some wild
                        goose chase...
                                        MACGOWAN
                        T'ain't wild geese we're after,
                        Doctor Jones. You got me' word on
                        that...
                                (sincere)
                        ...and a MacGowan's word is truer
                        than an angel's kiss!
        There is a sudden SCREAM! One of the villagers STUMBLES UPON
        something. Everyone GATHERS around the villager.
        A CORPSE lies before them. The body has a somewhat rubbery appearance,
        as if all of its bones had been BROKEN. The man's pale, greenish face
        is FROZEN in a hideous grimace. Indiana and MacGowan STARE in shock.
        The villagers WHISPER among themselves.
                                        YOUNG MAN
                        Scotty Ferguson.
                                        OLD WOMAN
                        He's the eighth.
                                        MAN
                        Just like the others...all his bones
                        busted...crushed...
                                        OLD MAN
                        Whatever's killin' people around
                        here ain't human.
                               If you actually want to read this fine fine rejected script click on the title of this post.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
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I just hope we find out what happened to Short Round.
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