Bruce Almighty Page #18

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BRUCE:

Oh, ah,

(to God)

She can't...

(God shakes his head, back

to Grace)

I just, ah, needed a little fresh

air.

Bruce fakes a couple big breaths.

GRACE:

Bruce, what is going on? The

second I want to talk about us you

run out on me.

GOD:

(to Bruce)

Everything's great, huh?

BRUCE:

I wasn't running out on you...

GRACE:

You know, I actually had the crazy

idea that you were going to ask me

to marry you tonight.

GOD:

Now it's heating up.

BRUCE:

(to God)

You are not helping.

(back to Grace)

...me at all here, Grace.

GOD:

(sarcastic)

Nice recovery.

Bruce looks to God to shut up.

GRACE:

Not helping you what?

BRUCE:

(to Grace)

Look hun, I want to talk about

this. This just isn't a good time.

Okay?

78.

GRACE:

When is it a good time? It's never

a good time.

GOD:

She's got a point.

BRUCE:

(to God)

Stay out of this.

Grace looks at him like he's nuts.

*

GRACE:

Who are you talking to?!

Just then, the WHISPERS start in again. Bruce reacts.

BRUCE:

Oh, not now.

Bruce puts his hands to his ears. Grace takes this as him

not wanting to listen to her.

GOD:

You're going to have to answer

those things, y'know.

GRACE:

Fin e. Yo u kn ow wh at? I 'm go in g t o

go home and if by some miracle it *

suddenly becomes a 'good time', you *

know where to find me. *

(starts out, then) *

And speaking of time, you're *

running out of it. *

Grace heads back into the restaurant. Bruce stands

completely frustrated.

BRUCE:

(to God)

Thank you.

GOD:

You want some friendly advice?

BRUCE:

No.

God smiles.

79.

GOD:

You wanted the job, Bruce. I *

suggest you get to it. *

INT. BRUCE AND GRACE'S APARTMENT - DAY *

Grace is asleep in the bedroom while Bruce paces in the *

living room. *

BRUCE *

Okay...Prayers. *

He concentrates for a second and in an instant, the WHISPERS *

start in.

BRUCE:

Okay, first off, this creepy

whisper thing has got to go.

(paces)

Organization and management. I

need a system. Something

concrete...

(an idea) *

Prayer files 1 *

(commands) *

Let all prayers be organized into *

+* files. *

Bruce WAVES HIS HAND--- *

Instantly, the room is JAMMED FULL OF FILE. CABINETS. *

BRUCE *

Too b ulky. Ah! Praye r po st-it s! *

Instantly, the files are gone and millions of POST-IT'S, EACH *

WITH A PERSON'S PRAYER REQUEST begin slapping down attaching *

themselves to everything in the room. *

Bruce himself becomes a big post-it mummy. He pulls the one *

covering his mouth. *

BRUCE *

Sloppy. *

(an idea) *

Ah! *

CUT TO:
*

Bruce sits before a High Tech computer sitting on a desktop. *

We HEAR the famous "You've Got Mail" sound bite. *

8 0.

BRUCE:

Welcome to the information super

highway. No mess, full bless.

A COMPUTER PROGRESS BAR titled "Downloading Prayers" appears

on screen, there's a long, long way to go.

Bruce watches and waits, bored - looks at his watch. *

DISSOLVE TO:
*

BRUCE - MORNING *

He's fallen asleep by the computer. As he wakes he sees: *

"1,567,432 unread messages" *

BRUCE *

Whoa. *

Suddenly, Grace bounds out of the bathroom. *

GRACE:

Okay, this is getting ridiculous I

Grace's b*obs are enormous! A healthy D-cup.

GRACE:

I have to see a doctor. There's

definitely something wrong with me.

*

Bruce jumps up from the computer, hides what he's doing...

BRUCE:

No. You look great.

GRACE:

I look like a hooker I My whole

body is changing.

She turns profile, her back sways causing her ass to stick

out.

GRACE:

My back didn't used to arch like

this.

Bruce gets up, walks to Grace.

BRUCE:

I think you look amazing. *

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