FADE IN:
EXT. COOKIE-CUTTER SUBURB, ROCKWALL, TEXAS - NIGHTFALL - ESTABLISHING
A restored, 1984 Porsche 928, pulls around the back alley and into the garage of a two-story, nondescript house.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - EVENING
MARGHERITA JONES, 30 something, sits at a cheaply made, mass-produced vanity applying copious amounts of mascara.
SFX: A door SLAMS. FOOTSTEPS on stairs.
Margherita checks her make up in the mirror and hurriedly sweeps the arsenal of beauty products that cover the vanity into a drawer as Dwayne enters the bedroom.
Margherita turns to face him.
EXT. COOKIE-CUTTER SUBURB, ROCKWALL, TEXAS - NIGHTFALL - ESTABLISHING
A restored, 1984 Porsche 928, pulls around the back alley and into the garage of a two-story, nondescript house.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - EVENING
MARGHERITA JONES, 30 something, sits at a cheaply made, mass-produced vanity applying copious amounts of mascara.
SFX: A door SLAMS. FOOTSTEPS on stairs.
DWAYNE (O.S.)
Honey, I'm home.
Margherita checks her make up in the mirror and hurriedly sweeps the arsenal of beauty products that cover the vanity into a drawer as Dwayne enters the bedroom.
DWAYNE
What the...you're not even dressed.
Margherita turns to face him.
MARGHERITA
(flutters eyelashes)
I thought we might (lowers voice) stay in tonight.
DWAYNE
(raises eyebrows)
Oh really? (loosens tie)
MARGHERITA
(swaggers to the bed)
Well, I mean, it has been two weeks since our last
(draws chin to chest and coyly glances up)
parents' night out.
DWAYNE
(clumsily removes clothes)
Oh yeah, baby.
MARGHERITA
(giggles)
Oh, my darling.
They hop into the unmade bed and dive beneath the covers.
DWAYNE
How did it go at the...
MARGHERITA
(interrupts)
Shhhh. No talking shop. Talk dirty to me.
DWAYNE
(pulls covers over their heads)
Oh yeah, baby.
(beat)
SFX: Cell phone RINGS
(beat)
SFX: Cell phone RINGS again
Margherita and Dwayne emerge from covers. Margherita grabs a cell phone.
MARGHERITA
Hello?
(beat)
Okay, we'll be right there.
Margherita hangs up and throws off the covers.
MARGHERITA
(continuing)
Honey, she puked. Sorry.
DWAYNE
(pulls on pants)
Hey, at least we weren't the ones who had to clean it up this time.
MARGHERITA
(smiles)
Right?
Margherita stands and walks to the bedroom door. Dwayne follows.
MARGHERITA
That was hot.
DWAYNE
Oh yeah, baby.
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Truth!
ReplyDeleteArt imitates life or life imitates art....
Deletewaaaaaaayyyyyy too familiar. Marriage is awesome isn't it...and hot
ReplyDeletewow, well done
:o)
DeleteThanks!
Oh yeah baby indeed. *L*
ReplyDeleteRight? ;o) thx!
Deleteawesome. :o)
ReplyDeleteThat was awesome. And so so terribly accurate. Good thing they understood the meaning of the term "quickie" and its important in the parental diet.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteI can definitely relate to this! ha!
ReplyDeletebest,
MOV
I find myself strangely comforted by the fact so many people can relate to this.
DeleteI feel so bad for these two! I hope it won't be two more weeks.
ReplyDeleteAre you kidding me?! You did read the part where they did NOT have to clean up the puke, right? It was a great night for them. ;o)
DeleteFunny we both went this direction, though I'm glad our kid didn't puke.
ReplyDeleteNot cleaning up the puke makes it perfect. Over here it is the bleeding noses. I blame my husband. He bleeds too.
ReplyDeleteYippee for the Quickee!
ps. I meant to say this before. I totally LOVED your movie script (crapola, despite having taken acting classes for film some 20 years ago, I forget what you call that.) But I'm going to have to think about exploring other genres. This was awesome because of it (as well as because of the story itself).
DeleteThanks, karen! The prompt love "scene" made me think of a movie love scene, so that's what I tried to write. I used this website http://www.screenwriting.info/ as my guide. My first screenplay, woo-hoo!
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