LOVE AND OTHER DRUGS 3minutes
Maggie is lying on the sofa. Jamie comes in.
M: Hey. J: Hey.
M: How was your day? J: Amazing.
M: Mmm?
[Jamie kisses Maggie]
J: You?
M: Me? My day was...
My day was swell. [Maggie gets up and goes to pour herself a drink] I went to the clinic...
J: [Jamie lies on the sofa] You did?
M: ..for a scrip…and waited for three hours sitting next to a man with a fork stuck in his head.
J: What?
M: Yep. And then I went to the pharmacy to get the scrip filled. Which was closed, so no meds for Maggie. [She spills some of the ice as she
attempts to put it in the glass]
J: [Watches her a bit, and notices she is shaking badly] Are you okay?
M: Why, do I look like shit? J: I didn't say that.
M: Yeah. You didn't say. You didn't say it out loud.
[Pause. Maggie drinks, Jamie watches her.]
J: Thanks, I'd love one. M: Sorry.
J: You think maybe you've had enough? M: Nope, I don't, but you do.
J: Excuse me?
to be 600 girls dying to blow you at this convention. J: Well, I'm not going to the convention.
M: Why not? Go out with some sexy, limber ex-cheerleader from Alabama, who's just dying to discuss market projections and sales techniques. Or just a hot HMO administrator who likes to bake cookies and rub your head while you discuss the evils of generics.
Or just, you know, I don't know, a normal person, who has energy and likes to do things and have fun!
J: I happen to want you.
M: [Getting angrier] Why? Why? What are you trying to prove? Are you trying to
show that you're not a flake? Are you trying to stick with something for once in your goddamn life? I mean, you do realize that you are not a good person because you pity-fuck the sick girl, right?
[Pause. Maggie pours another drink.]
I almost went home with someone from the clinic today. J: [Jamie gets up to leave. He grabs his coat and keys] All right.
M: There, you see? J: All right.
M: Don't forget your pager.
[The door shuts behind Jamie. Maggie lifts the glass but has no strength; it smashes on the floor and she falls down screaming and sobbing.
Jamie is outside the door. He hears what has happened. He sighs. Cut to Maggie crying on the ground. Jamie comes back in and sees her.]
M: No, no, no, no…
[Jamie holds her. Maggie resists at first then gives in.]
MR & MRS SMITH
INT. MARRIAGE GUIDANCE OFFICE – DAY
A COUPLE SIT APART ON SEPARATE CHAIRS, LOOKING AT US. JOHN AND JANE SMITH. TENSE SMILES.
MR: First up, I wanna say we don’t really need to be here. MRS: It’s a funny story.
MR: WE were at a charity event, a charity auction slash barbecue… MRS: Our friends, the Carlson’s…they live across the street.
MR: Anyway, the grand lot was… BOTH: A mystery lot.
MR: I’d sunk a few, wasn’t driving so I start bidding… MRS: John gets a tiny bit competitive.
MR: Anyway, the upshot is we end up blowing four hundred bucks on the mystery lot.
BOTH: Four sessions with Dr. Wexler!
MRS: The Carlsons have a great sense of humour.
[They both laugh and sit there]
TH: But you didn’t have to come.
[Stumped]
MR: Right.
MRS: Absolutely. But we have a theory… MR: We do?
MRS: The oil-check?
MR: Right. The Oil Check. See we’ve been married five years… MRS: Six.
engine, maybe change the oil. Replace a seal or two. MRS: Yeah, that's it.
[Two tight smiles. Blackout. Title. Fade up.]
TH: On a scale of one to ten, how happy are you as a couple? MRS: Eight.
MR: Wait. Ten being perfectly happy and one being totally miserable, or... TH: Just respond instinctively. - OK.
MR: Ready? BOTH: Eight.
TH: How often do you have sex? MRS: I don't understand the question.
MR: Yeah, I'm lost. Is this a one to ten thing?
MRS: But, because, is, like, one very little, or is one nothing? Because... You know, technically speaking, the zero would be nothing.
MR: That’s right, because if we don’t know what one is, what’s ten? MRS: Yeah, cause ten…like…constant…
MR: Unrelenting…
MRS: Not stopping, for like…just… MR: Something to eat…
TH: It’s not a one-to-ten scenario, it’s a basic question. How often do you have sex?
[PAUSE]
TH: How about this week? MR: lncluding the weekend? TH: Sure.
TH: Describe how you first met. MRS: It was in Colombia.
MRS: Six.
MRS: Right. Five/six years ago.
[Blackout. Fade up]
TH: So Part Two. Here we are. Only this time you came back alone. Why did you come back?
MR: I’m not sure really. Let me clarify, I love my wife, I want her to be happy, I want good things for her… But there are times…[He makes a face and wringing motion with hands]
[Blackout. Fade up.]
MRS: There’s this huge space between us, and it just keeps filling up with everything that we don’t say to each other. What is that called?
TH: Marriage. What don’t you say to each other? MRS: Uhh..Hmm.
TH: How honest are you with him?
MRS: Pretty honest. Yeah, it’s not like I lie to him or anything. We just, eh, have little secrets. Everybody has secrets.
[Blackout. Fade up.]
TH: It probably feels like you’re the only people going through this, but I’ll tell ya something…there are millions of couples that are experiencing the same problems. MR: Uh-huh.
[Blackout. Fade up.]
MR: Uhh, we’re doing all right aren’t we? I mean listen, I’m not gonna lie to you…there are times I just wanted to [makes a breaking neck motion with hands] kill her..
MRS: Likewise.
MR: But I just couldn’t take the shot.
TH: That’s a good sign. Some times you just have to battle through. MRS: That’s marriage right?
LIFE AS WE KNOW IT
HOLLY IS SITTING AT THE TABLE WITH A BOTTLE OF WINE. MESSER ENTERS WITH SHOPPING BAGS.
MESSER: So I'm at the drugstore...and it dawns on me that women stare at men carrying a baby...like a guy will stare at a woman with a great rack. I should have taken Sophie with me for the attention.
HOLLY: You know what I just realized today? I am never gonna take a great bath in this house. This is a shower house. You never brush your hair, do you? It must save so much time. That's so handy.
MESSER: How's that wine treating you? HOLLY: Mmm-hmm.
MESSER: Mm-hm.
HOLLY: Did you want some? MESSER: No, no, no.
HOLLY: Because I can share. I'm a good sharer. No, you don't need any, because you never worry. That's what Alison told me, you know,
when she set us up. She said, "Honey, you just got your ass dumped by your boyfriend of three years. You need to go have a good time". And then, ta-da, you show up. Your charming self shows up...and you don't even wanna go to the restaurant. My first date in three years, and it's a total asshole at the door. And now I'm raising a kid with that asshole. God, the irony.
MESSER: Come on, off to bed. Up, up, up.
HOLLY: You are, you know that, right? An asshole? It feels good to say that to your face. Been saying it behind your back for years.
MESSER: A belligerent drunk. Great. That'll be a fun next 18 years. HOLLY: Lighten up. Be happy.
MESSER: Why should I pretend to be happy when I’m not? I'm miserable. Let me be miserable.
HOLLY: It's depressing. MESSER: I don't care.
HOLLY: Know what? I am so sick of all your dark little comments. MESSER: I ruined my life for her.
HOLLY: I'm so sorry parenting isn't as fun as you thought it was gonna be. MESSER: Yeah, you're happy because your old life sucked.
HOLLY: My old life didn't suck. MESSER: It did.
HOLLY: My life was great. I was my own boss, I made my own hours. I had free time. MESSER: To do what? Bake more?
HOLLY: God.
MESSER: You have no idea what a great life is. I had a great life. I went to games for a living. Okay? Girls would buy me drinks and throw themselves at me. You see this shirt? I slept with the girl who sold me this shirt.
HOLLY: You're disgusting.
MESSER: People say you can't have it all. I had it all. It was awesome.
HOLLY: Of course you think that's awesome, because all you care about is getting laid. Even Peter was embarrassed by you. He just never said anything to your face because he was twice the man you are.
MESSER: You should get laid yourself. Except to have sex... ...you gotta find somebody who can stand you first.
HOLLY: [mouths silently to Messer] Fuck you. MESSER: [slightly more audible] Fuck you!
HOLLY: You shouldn't ride a motorcycle. Your kid's parents died- MESSER: She is NOT my kid. [pause] She's not my kid. HOLLY: Then whose kid is she?
BRIDE WARS
Bride Wars is a 2009 comedy film directed by Gary Winick and written by Greg DePaul, June Diane Raphael and Casey Wilson about two best friends who become rivals when they schedule their weddings on the same day. It starred Kate Hudsoon and Anne Hathaway.
Characters: Liv Lerner and Emma Allan
Type: Argumentative
Liv: Emma! You sent out your save the dates? Emma: Yeah…..I did actually….uh surprised? Liv: So one of us….is not moving our date?
Emma: You know you amaze me Liv, you really do….You never ask me what I want you just assume you know best, end of story!....Emma wear this, Emma say that, well Emma is pretty FREAKIN tired….
Liv: Woah Woah…..
Emma : Don‘t think I didn‘t notice how totally freaked out you were that I had the nerve to get engaged before you did!
Liv: OK! Emma, first of all! Daniel bought that ring in December, ok! So officially, I was first…..
Emma: oh pathetic….PATHETIC!
Liv: Second, People always make you do things you don‘t wanna do, Emma, it‘s like you don‘t have spine…..oh wait….You don‘t have a spine!
Emma: Oh well no one can accuse you of being soft Liv……You grab the first date in June Mary offered without even asking me first!
Liv: At least I‘m not so scared of being alone that I ?people please? my way through life….Emma YOU SETTLE! Emma: Are you saying that I‘m settling with Fletcher?
Liv: I wasn‘t thinking about Fletcher you came up with that one on your own.
Emma: Move your date, Liv! Liv: You move your date, Emma! Emma: It‘s done you lose.
Liv: Your wedding better watch it! Emma: What did you just say?
Liv: I said your wedding should be scared right now! If I were your wedding I‘d sleep with one eye open! Emma: Why don‘t you just save your threats for Daniel, after all isn‘t that how you got a proposal out of him?
Liv: Your wedding can suck it!
Emma: What did you just say?....my wedding can su… Liv: I said your wedding can SUCK IT!
Emma: YOUR wedding can suck I … me, I mean your wedding can be uhm, not that…..
Liv: Please….Bye Ladies! Emma: Hey Liv
Liv: Yes….
Emma: Your wedding will be huge….just like your ass at prom!
10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU
10 Things I Hate About You is a 1999 teen romantic comedy film loosely based on Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew .It starred Julia Stiles and Heath
Ledger and it's about a boy trying to find a date for the shrewish older sister of a girl he has a crush on, but who cannot date until her sister does.
Characters: Bianca and her sister, Kat, who knocks on her bedroom door to speak to her.
Type: Confessional.
BIANCA: Come in.
KAT: (kindly) Listen, I know you hate having to sit home because I'm not Susie High School. You don't always have to be who they want you to be, you know? BIANCA: I happen to like being adored, thank you! Anyway, it's not like you care.
KAT: I do care. But I'm a firm believer in doing something for your own reasons, not someone else's . BIANCA: I wish I had that luxury. I'm the only
sophomore that got asked to the prom and I can't go, because you won't. Where did you come from? Planet "Loser"?
KAT: As opposed to Planet "Look At Me, Look At Me"? (clears her throat) Joey never told you we went out, did he?
BIANCA: (disbelieving) Yeah, ok... KAT: In 9th. For a month.
BIANCA: (confused) Why?
KAT: (self-mocking) He was, like ... such a total babe.
KAT: Now I do. Back then, was a different story. BIANCA: As in...
KAT: (taking a deep breath) He said everyone was doing it. So I did it.
BIANCA: You did what?
KAT: (continuing on) Just once. Afterwards, I told him I didn't want to anymore. I wasn't ready. He got pissed. Then he broke up with me.
BIANCA: (dumbfounded) But - how is it possible that I did not know about this?
KAT: I warned him that if he told anyone, the
cheerleading squad would find out how tiny his dick is! After that, I swore I'd never do anything just because "everyone else" was doing it. And I haven't since. Except for Bogey's party, and my stunning gastro-intestinal display -
BIANCA: (stunned) Why didn't you tell me?
KAT: I wanted to let you make up your own mind about him.
BIANCA: No. you didn't! If you really thought I could make my own decisions, you would've let me go out with him instead of helping Daddy hold me
hostage.
KAT: That's not -
BIANCA: I'm not stupid enough to repeat your mistakes.
KAT: I guess I thought I was protecting you. BIANCA: God, you're just like Dad! Just keep me locked away in the dark, so I can't experience anything for myself.
always trust the people you want to. BIANCA: I guess I'll never know, will I?
ATONEMENT
Atonement is a 2007 British film about a young aspiring writer of 13 years, Briony Tallis, who
irrevocably changes the course of several lives when she accuses her older sister’s lover of raping her cousin, a crime he did not commit. The story is based on the 2001 novel by Ian McEwan.
Characters: Cecilia and Briony. Briony has tracked down her sister and visits her, to tell her that she is sorry for wrongly accusing Robbie.
Type: Dramatic
CECILIA: (entering the room) My God.
BRIONY: I tried writing, but you wouldn’t answer. I have to talk to you. (CECILIA leads BRIONY to her tiny kitchen/living room.) I want to go in front of a judge and change my evidence. I know now that Robbie was innocent of assaulting our cousin, Cee. CECILIA: Don’t call me that! (She turns away, trying to control herself.) Please don’t ever call me that. BRIONY: What I did was terrible, I don’t expect you to forgive me.
CECILIA: Don’t worry, I won’t.(She turns away again.) You’re an unreliable witness, they’d never re-open the case.
BRIONY: Well at least I can tell everyone else, I’ll go home, explain to Mummy and Daddy and...
CECILIA: What’s stopping you?
BRIONY: I wanted to see you first. CECILIA: They don’t want to know. That
unpleasantness is all tidied away in the past, thank you very much. I’ll be quite honest with you. I’m torn between breaking your neck here and throwing you down the stairs. Did you really think Robbie was
capable of assaulting our cousin?!
BRIONY: Yes, yes and no. I wasn’t certain. CECILIA: And what’s made you so certain now? BRIONY: Growing up.
CECILIA: Growing up? BRIONY: I was thirteen.
CECILIA: How old do you have to be before you know the difference between right and wrong? Five years ago you didn’t care about telling the truth. You and the rest of our family, you just assumed that for all Robbie's education, he was still little better than a servant, still not to be trusted. Thanks to you, they were able to close ranks and throw him to the fucking wolves.
BRIONY: I know. I know. (Briony turns to go)
CECILIA: Briony. (Briony turns back to her) There are some things you’re going to do for Robbie and me. Firstly, go to our parents as soon as you can and
tell them everything they need to know to be
convinced that your evidence was false. Then go and see a solicitor and make a statement and have it signed and witnessed and send copies to us.
BRIONY: Yes.
CECILIA: Try and include whatever you can remember of what Danny Hardman was doing that night.
BRIONY: It wasn’t Danny Hardman. It was Leon’s
married Lola. I’ve just come from their wedding. (Silence as Cecilia digests this shocking news. Finally, Cecilia exhales the breath she’s been holding,)
CECILIA: (Grappling with her emotions) Lola won’t be able to testify against him now. He’s immune.
BRIONY: I’m very, very sorry to have caused you all this terrible distress. I am very, very sorry.
CECILIA: Just do what we’ve asked of you. Write it all down.
YOU’VE GOT MAIL
You've Got Mail is a 1998 Comedy Romance about two business rivals hate each other at the office but fall in love over the internet. It starred Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan.
Characters: Kathleen and Christina
Type: Conversational
Kathleen is standing at the front counter with Christina, getting drinks.
CHRISTINA: I went to the Foxbooks Website and you can buy anything. They ship it to you in a day. Maybe we should get a website.
KATHLEEN: My mother would never have wanted us to have a website. "Every book you sell is a gift from your heart." She always said that.
Kathleen notices a stack of loose-leaf binders on the table.
CHRISTINA: What if they put us out of business?
KATHLEEN: It's out of the question. We're a fixture
in the neighborhood. We're practically a
landmark.(indicating the binders) Men For Women, Women for Men, Women for Women -- what is this?
CHRISTINA: You fill out one of these forms and they file it in the book and if someone wants to meet you, they arrange it.
KATHLEEN: What a stupid way to meet someone. CHRISTINA: Compared to the Internet?
KATHLEEN: My little thing on the Internet is just a lark.
CHRISTINA; So it's still going on?
KATHLEEN: And I do not plan to meet him. (indicating the book) Why do I get the feeling that you are in here somewhere?
CHRISTINA: (Christina flips the book open to her application.) I came in here one night and drank too much coffee and filled one out. Well how am I supposed to meet someone?
KATHLEEN: You are a runner. Some day you will make eye contact with another runner and -
CHRISTINA: No one ever even looks at me. They don't. On top of which, who are they? They could like the symphony. I could never fall in love with someone who likes to go to the symphony -
KATHLEEN: I know. What are you supposed to do there? CHRISTINA: I don't know.
KATHLEEN: Sit. You're supposed to sit.
CHRISTINA: I could never fall in love with anyone who smokes cigars either.
KATHLEEN: I'll tell you what I hate. Big fat legs like stumps.
CHRISTINA: Yeah. I hate that too.
KATHLEEN: The worst, the worst -- I could never, under any circumstances, love anybody who had a sailboat.
CHRISTINA: Neither could I.
knowing that I was about to go down to the pier and unravel all those ropes and put on all that sunblock -
CHRISTINA: All that talk about the wind.
KATHLEEN: And then you have to go out on the boat, and you sail and sail and sail until you are bored witless, and then, only then, do they say, let's turn around and you realize the trip is only half over, only it's not, because the wind has changed -
CHRISTINA: It hasn't changed. It's died.
KATHLEEN: So then there's more talk about the wind. While you just float up and down trying not to get nauseous. And when you finally get back, you have to clean up the boat.
CHRISTINA: Why don't people have boat maids?
KATHLEEN: I know. There're all these people who wouldn't be caught dead polishing a doorknob in their house but put them on a boat and they want to rub down everything in sight.
THE ACCUSED
The Accused is a 1988 film starring Jodie Foster and Kelly McGillis. It’s about a woman who suffers a brutal rape in a bar one night and the female prosecutor who helps bring the perpetrators to justice, including the ones who encouraged and cheered on the attack.
Characters: Sara & Katherine, her prosecuting attorney.
Type: Dramatic
SARA: Who is it?
KATHERINE: Katherine Murphy.
SARA: Why'd you let them out on bail?
KATHERINE: I didn't let them out, it's standard procedure. Until a jury finds you guilty, you're free if you can post bail.
SARA: The guy on TV made it sound like I did a live sex show.
KATHERINE: Well, that's not the last time that's going to happen. Can I come in?
SARA: Yeah, come on in.
KATHERINE: The bartender at the Dugout said you were sick.
SARA: You were looking for me? Oh, well, I had to go to the doctor's and nobody at work knows. You want a seat? Would you like something to drink? I could really use a drink.
KATHERINE: Um, thank you, no.
SARA: Oh, just to smooth out the rough edges a little, you know? Um, listen, what time were you born?
KATHERINE: I already told you, I don't believe in that astrology.
SARA: Oh well, so what? I do! So what time? KATHERINE: At night, 7 o'clock. August 9th. SARA: Where?
KATHERINE: Portland. Do you always drink to smooth out the edges?
SARA: No, sometimes I'll take a hit of pot or somethin. Why? You want some?
KATHERINE: Did you have anything to drink before you went to the Mill? Or smoke anything?
SARA: Half a joint, a couple of beers. Nothing heavy.
KATHERINE: While you were there?
SARA: I don't know, I wasn't falling down drunk or anything.
KATHERINE: How were you dressed? SARA: What's that supposed to mean?
KATHERINE: It means were you dressed provocatively? Showing a lot of cleavage? See through blouse?
SARA: What the fuck difference does it matter how I was dressed? They tore it off of me!
could have sex with you? Did you put on a show?
SARA: What the hell are you talking about? You saw me at the hospital. What, you think I asked for that? Is that what you think? If that's what you think, you get the fuck out of my house!
KATHERINE: Why didn't you tell me you had a record? SARA: Fuck You! I ain't got no record.
KATHERINE: You want to tell me about it.
SARA: All right, look. I was helping my girlfriend move a U-Haul, you know, and we was going through New Jersey. We ran into this cop, right, and he sees we have a broken tail light. He pulls us over and starts going through her desk and all sorts of stuff she's got in the back. Finds a half gram of coke. It was nothing big. It was her desk, it wasn't my desk. It was her stuff, not mine.
KATHERINE: So why is it still in the books?
SARA: I don't know, you tell me. I mean, my record was definitely, uh. . .
KATHERINE: Expunged? SARA: Yeah, expunged.
KATHERINE: Have you ever made love to more than one man at a time?
SARA: What the fuck kinda question is that?
KATHERINE: It's the kind of question you're going to be asked on the stand. You're also going to be asked if Larry or any other man has ever hit you, and if you liked it. You're going to be asked about your drug bust and how many drinks a day you have to smooth out the edges. And how many joints. And how often you go to bars alone and whether or not you
wear underwear when you go to them. And which diseases you've caught and how many abortions you've had. And I will object to all those questions. And sometimes the judge will sustain me. And sometimes not.
SARA: That ain't fair.
KATHERINE: Sara, you're a witness. And it is the defense's job to show to the jury that you're a rotten witness because you've got a rotten character. SARA: I got a rotten character? You ain't gonna defend me because I'm some low class bimbo, right? KATHERINE: I didn't say that.
SARA: Will those bastards go to jail? KATHERINE: Is that what you want?
500 DAYS OF SUMMER
