Bachelor Party Page #5

CHULO:

(warming to this)

Yeah, man. Let's throw a bachelor

party with drugs, booze and broads.

O'NEILL

Yeah. Right. All the things that

make life worth living.

RICK:

Sounds swell... I'm really touched.

And my getting married's not gonna

change a thing between me and my

pals. We're still gonna go bowling

on Tuesdays, play cards on Fridays

and wear women's clothes on Sunday

night. I love you guys... I always

will.

GARY:

Let's have a toast.

The guys all raise their glasses.

O'NEILL

To Rick.

GARY:

To us.

CHULO:

To girls with big pairs.

ALL THE GUYS:

Yeah, right on, etc.

As they down their drinks, we:

CUT TO:

EXT. THE JEAN MACHINE - DAY

We SEE a couple of very contemporary looking 15-year-olds

going into a very "now" clothing store -- like Fred Segal's...

When the door opens, loud ROCK 'N ROLL MUSIC blasts out.

INT. THE JEAN MACHINE - DAY

Inside the store we see all the sales clerks grooving

narcissistically to the music like they're at a disco. The

cashier, PHOEBE, has devoted her life to following the current

trends and fads no matter how inane they may be. Today she's

in a reggae mode, her hair wound into tight dreadlocks, as

she sways lost in the ozone to the music. A CUSTOMER

approaches her with a purchase.

CUSTOMER:

I'd like to pay for these.

PHOEBE:

Huh... What... Oh sure, wait till

this song is over.

She floats off again...

One of the young MALE CUSTOMERS approaches an attractive

salesgirl. This is DEBBIE THOMERSON, Rick's intended. She

seems to be the only sane employee in the place because she's

actually working, putting clothes on the racks. This

impression of sanity fits her, as she is level-headed, and

has a clear sense of herself. She can also take a joke, thus

her engagement to Rick.

CUSTOMER:

Excuse me, where can I try on these

pants?

DEBBIE:

Right over here.

She leads the Customer to the try-on booths. The Customer

enters one. We SEE that the saloon-style doors of the booths

have been hung too high, so as he takes off his pants, his

underwear is exposed to the world. We PULL BACK, REVEALING

other people in other booths, their bare asses clearly in

sight. No one in the store seems to care, however, as they

are much too busy dancing.

The front door opens and BOBBIE, a very sultry and earthy-

looking girl with long, dark hair, pushes inside. She is

O'Neill's girl and Debbie's best friend... She's also someone

who would party every night if given half a chance.

BOBBIE:

(excited)

Debbie... I don't believe it. I'm so

excited.

DEBBIE:

Bobbie, what are you talking about?

BOBBIE:

O'Neill just tole me. It's sooo

great... I don't believe it.

Phoebe crosses to them.

PHOEBE:

What's happening?

BOBBIE:

Debbie's marrying Rick.

PHOEBE:

...Really?

DEBBIE:

Yes, it's true.

PHOEBE:

Ohmygod.

The girls screech and jump around, hugging each other in

sheer joy. A MALE CUSTOMER, moved by this outpouring of

affection, moves over and gets in the middle of the girls,

enjoying every moment of being hugged by three women at once.

DEBBIE:

(to Customer; realizing)

Would you get out of here.

Reluctantly the guy retreats back to the Calvin Klein jeans

rack.

BOBBIE:

Does Cole know about this?

PHOEBE:

Really -- you went with him for two

years.

DEBBIE:

He still thinks I'm going with him.

I'm going to break the news to him

tomorrow.

BOBBIE:

He's not gonna be happy. And your

parents can't be too thrilled either.

DEBBIE:

No. As far as they're concerned the

only good Rick is a dead Rick. But I

don't care... it's my decision.

PHOEBE:

(oblivious)

I'm totally blown away. You're getting

married. It seems like only yesterday

I showed you how to have oral sex.

BOBBIE:

Deb, I want to throw you a shower.

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