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Repository for DATA 310 Summer 2021

Project 4

Questions

How did you modify the data and python script in order to generate comprehensible text?

Did your output seem to generate text that was relying more on the entire corpus of your screen play (i.e. more associated with long term memory) or was it also able to incorporate some more immediate sequential associations (i.e. more associated with short term memory)?

Were there any unexpected or surprising phrases or statements that were generated by your RNN?

Any other comments on the model? (John)

Dylan’s Response

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Script: WOODY: Okay, save your batteries!

HAMM: Eh, very good, Woody. That’s using the old noodle.

WOODY: This is ludicrous.

WOODY: Oh, no! Sid!!! Get down!!

BUZZ: What’s gotten into Sid’s yard.

REX: Buzz!

RC CAR: Whirrr!! Whirrrr-whirrrr!!!

REX: Hey, you guys! I think I’ve found head. He yau can’t move. Do you hear me?

ANDY: Pizza Planet?! Oh, cool!

MRS. DAVIS: Geer aseat. Let’s get out of here. Uh…Buzz? Was that this was notald care up intt some.

WOODY: So did I tell ya? Huh? Nothing to worry about it, cowbo!

BUZZ: Woody, we don’t know what’s out there!

WOODY: Alright Buzz, get ready… Okay, Buzz, when I say “go,” we’re gonna jump in the way!

MALE CHORUS: BUZZ LIGHTYEAR!!!

TV ANNOUNCER: The world’s greatest TOY! Buzz has it all! Locking wrist communicator!

KID #2: Total annihilation!

TV ANNOUNCER: Multi-phrase voice simulain up intt besind winch un than

WOODY: THAT is Sid!

BUZZ: You mean that everyone!

BUZZ: Who-o-o-oa! Thank you all! Thank you all. Thank you.

BUZZ: Not today!

WOODY: Ah-h-h-h-h!!

WOODY: Hey, Buzz!! You’re flying!!! That’s right. Your toys up thrre and you just tell the nice toys that you’re not dead.

WOODY: Just a some. Howd there.

TOYS: Huh?

BO PEEP: What do you mean?

MR. POTATO HEAD: I move to to moving buddy!

BUZZ: Why, thank you. Thank you all. Thank you.

MR. POTATO HEAD: You are a liar!

WOODY: No, I’m no toy!

TV ANNOUNCER: Get your Buzz Lightyear action from the Evil Emperor Zurg, sworn enemy of the Galactic Alliance.

MR. POTATO HEAD: Oh, right.

WOODY: Yes, it is a mistake, because!

MRS. DAVIS: Where was the laser fromssting will you all calm down?

REX: Yes! Yes! We promise!

BO PEEP: Merry Christmas, Sheriff.

WOODY: Say, isn’t that mistletoe?

BUZZ: Woody?! Great! Help me out of this thing!

SARGENT: I luse roomed!

BUZZ: I need to repair my turbo boosters. Do you people simull stisn se hang onea?

MRS. DAVIS: Let’s let Molly open one.

SARGENT: Mission accomplished. Well, I’m not actually from Mattel, I’m actial Banteretting.

WOODY: Hey, listen, no one’s getting replaced. This is Andy’s room. That’s all I want to lodge aid of on my spaceppace!

WOODY: No, no, no! You got it all wrong, Potato Head. Buzz Lightyear. You are not worried, are you?

WOODY: Buzz! Hey, Buzz! You bet. Gimme a hug. Ha, ha, oh, I love you, too.

HAMM: What’s with him?

MR. POTATO HEAD: Laser-envy.

WOODY: All right, listen up. It’s one my.

WOODY: Sh, what is it like outside?

BUZZ: This is an intergalactic emergencaring! What’s room. This is Andy’s room. That was you?

BUZZ: It’s a secret mission in uncharted space! Let’s go!!

HANNAH: Really? The dainc?!

SID: Huh?

WOODY: This town ain’t big enough for the two of us!

SARGENT: It’s a big one…It’s a…it’s…it’s a lunchbox! We sawet me fartilranee freep fallt?!

WOODY: And this – – is how we find out what is in those here find your hypertsise to camp it aple to me?

PIZZA DELIVERER: Yeah, man, can you help me? Do you know where Could Andy wesked Buzz, but you know, he’ll always have a special play. Molly. Oh, you’re getting heavy! See ya later, Woody.

WOODY: Pull my string! The birthday naver and coper!

WOODY: Ah-h!! Ah-h! No, no!

MR. POTATO HEAD: You murdering dog!

WOODY: Well, Slringh-of the verpealayion.

WOODY: To anf you ally. Hey! What are you talking about? Where’s that bonding strip?!

WOODY: And another thing. Stop with this entire universe is in the way, I can’t see… …it’s…it’s a –

REX: It’s a WHAT?! WHAT IS IT I mean what that saffering!

WOODY: Oh, great, great. Yeah!!

WOODY: Andy?! Doesn’t he realize that I’m not warted a but blinks a bit of a mix-up. This is my spot, see, the bed here –

BUZZ: Excuse me.

HAMM: Oh, impressive wingspan. Very good!

WOODY: Oh, what?!…WO don’t really this –

ALIEN #1: A lunchbox?!

MR. POTATO HEAD: A lunchbox…?!

SLINKY: Got it.

WOODY: Be HAPPYIPE HATATO HEAD: Man, the dolls must ranes is cowirived.

WOODY: Oh, yeah? Well, if YOU hadn’t shown up inst it all arong back it up, we’re going home.

WOODY: So did I tell ya? Huh? Nothing to worry about it, cowboy – you’re going to get out of here. Buzz.

BUZZ: Don’t you want to do it the hard way, huh?

BUZZ: Don’t even there!

REX: To Infinity and Beyond!

HANNAH: M-o-o-om? Mom, have you seen my Sally do? WWat is oll then els you?

BUZZ: It’s a secret mission in uncharted space! Let’s go!!

HANNAH: Really? The ‘law these?

BUZZ: Go away.

WOODY: This is ludicrous.

WOODY: Oh, no! Sid!!! Get down!!

BUZZ: What’s gotten into Sid’s yaud.

WOODY: Oo-o-of! Buzz?! The coast is clear. Buzz? Whyaw’s think? I whought it was an accident?

WOODY: Buzz!

TOYS: What?!

REX: Are we there already?

MRS. DAVIS: You can’t.

BUZZ: All right, then, I will. Stand back everyone!

BUZZ: Whoa-Whoa-Whoa…!

HAMM: Pig pile!!

WOODY: Now, it was an accident! Guys, c’mon now, you…you gotta bela, everyone!!

WOODY: You’re my favorite deputy.

ANDY: C’mon, let’s wrangle undelligh!

HAMM: Way to go, Idaho!

BUZZ: Woody?! Great! Help me out of this thing!

SID: Yessss! Ah, ha, ha, ha…

ANDY: Oh, no!

HANNAH: What a lovely hat, Mrs. Tome in the cockpit.

WOODY: Yeah, hey Buzz. Let’s show the guys our new secret m-s!

MR. POTATO HEAD: What is it?

BO PEEP: Woody’s gonna some un the says it’s not true!

WOODY: We are glting that on for us!

BUZZ: Star Command!

KID #1: Buzz Lightyear to the rescue.

WOODY: Finally! Hey! What are you doing?

ALIEN #5: He has been chosen.

WOODY: Hey! What are you doing?

ARDEND: He must go! Do not fight now you, Sid! Sland have to pedform here?

MRS. DAVIS: Oh, all this packing makes me hungry. What wo do.

SARGENT: RED ALERT! RED ALERT! ANDY IS COMING UPSTAIRS!

WOODY: There.

SARGENT: Just stay where you are, Corporal! Don’t move, Carl. You’ll blow up. I know you’re tiredd me the hat looked good! The apron is a bit much, it’s not my color…

BUZZ: Woody?! Great! Help me out of this thing!

SID: Net that is worse than you?!

ANDY: Oh, what is it? What is it? Wow! Wooly sare he’s got no kinco of me?! Owwwww!!!

MRS. DAVIS: Oh, great, you found them. Where we have one alrahidd hore. There’s no place like home…

BUZZ: Another shouth be for fur o- sorres and tell everyone that this was all just a big mistake. Huh?

WOODY: You can’t!

BUZZ: Can!

WOODY: Can’t that boddyone!

BUZZ: Woody, stop it!!

WOODY: Sorry guys, but dinner’s canceled!

WOODY: There’s go. I’ve got to get Buzz.

SARGENT: Molly’s room not this –

WOODY: Alright! That’s it!

HAMM: Oh yeah, but not like this one. This is a quality sould here find my alterclosting. Well, what if we leave them behind?

MRS. DAVIS: Oh, don’t worry, honey, I’m saved! Andy’ll find you here, he’ll take us ainotaing will ckmocald one.

SARGENT: Okay, c’mon kids! Everyone in the living room.

WOODY: Hyper-active hyperdrived?

REX: There aren’t any more! Thah we get there!

MR. POTATO HEAD: What is it?

BO PEEP: Woody?!

WOODY: Boy, am I glad to see you guys!