I'm the woman making wild gestures after my vegetable stand has been hit and demolished by the bad guys' car while they were chasing the good guys.

I’m the guy who has made your life a living hell but by some miracle you were finally able to beat me and now I must grudgingly accept defeat and convey my admiration for your triumph, by starting the slow clap.

I'm the pretty ingenue's plain, unstylish sidekick who wears glasses and stands beside her through thick and thin. We have a huge fight and reunite after she wins the pageant/competition and dedicates her acceptance speech to me.

^^^I'm the same girl only, after a hint of blush, I became the bombshell who sneaked in and won the pageant at the last second.

I'm the wealthy, well-connected, arrogant matriarch who will not allow the police to question my spoiled brat grandson.

I'm the artist/dancer/actor, who after some tragic event which I blame on my passion, I have hidden my talent away and will never go back to it. While trying to hide my talent, my love for it, pours out of me and I cannot get it out of my head. It stays hidden until the love of my life finds out and makes me try again. I, then, succeed at whatever I do.

I am the kids' sport team made up of totally non-athletic, uncoordinated, scrawny and fat kids with a coach who hates us at first but ends up pulling us all together so we can win the championship.

I'm the cocky guy that tells his girlfriend that everything will be okay if they sneak off from the group to go make out, but then we both get hacked to death/eaten by the psycho/monster/dead kid/dead kid's mom

I'm the white woman who quit a high-paying job to teach at a dangerous inner city high school, and managed in a few short months to turn a classroom full of black and brown kids who hate school into bookworms by using rap music as a part of my lesson plan.

Im the dude playin the dude, disguised as another dude....

I'm the psycho killer who gives the long monologue right before I kill the hero thus ensuring that said hero will escape and find a way to see that I have a spectacular death.

I'm the extra that overplays my role...

I am the girl who is in a dark house and hears a scary sound. Instead of leaving, I ask if anyone is there knowing full well that I live alone.

I'm the guy doing something illegal/bad at the beginning of the movie that you think is the bad guy, but then I get killed by and even worse guy who is the real bad guy and then you go "aahh!" and spill your pop-corn, because you didn't see it coming

I'm the guy who finally got to kiss the girl. As I'm walking home, I start singing and dancing. At least one policeman will look at me oddly, and a few folks might hurry by as I disrupt traffic, but I can count on at least 4 or 5 people to sing back-up for me. Amazingly, they'll know the words.

I'm the mousy librarian who, when asked to help out with the town pagent, takes off my glasses, unpins my hair, and turns into a Bridgette Bardot clone.

Then I kissed MysticCat! ;)