Here’s a monologue from ‘Black Swan’, in which Natalie Portman’s brain explodes like a thousand angry goslings. Note the fragmented syntactical stumps, which betokeneth the onset of insanity:
Natalie Portman, goose-stepping in Black Swan
Get your beaky bits off my pumps
And give me three pliets STAT
Scrap that
Battu, Bras. Bras bas.
Just stick your arm out like a beak
You clumsy meff.
Adagio.
Fiddly-dee. Dieu!
Puff it out. The swan is proud now.
Why are your knees bent
Like a be-ricketed Crazy Legs Crane.
Sur Les Demi-Pointes you terrible arse.
Ronde de jambe.
Ronde de JAMBE!
Oh for God’s sake just get me a ham and mustard.
And a can of Lilt please too.
It’s my birthday.
Joe
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