Clerks Page #8

DANTE:

I did understand! I understand that

you slept with three different guys,

and that's all you said.

VERONICA:

Please calm down.

DANTE:

How many?

VERONICA:

Dante...

DANTE:

How many d*cks have you sucked?!

VERONICA:

Let it go...

DANTE:

HOW MANY?

VERONICA:

All right! Shut up a second and I'll

tell you! Jesus! I didn't freak like

this when you told me how many girls

you f***ed.

DANTE:

This is different. This is important.

How many?!

She counts silently, using fingers as marks. DANTE waits on

a customer in the interim. VERONICA stops counting.

DANTE:

Well...?

VERONICA:

(half-mumbled)

Something like thirty-six.

DANTE:

WHAT? SOMETHING LIKE THIRTY-SIX?

VERONICA:

Lower your voice!

DANTE:

What the hell is that anyway,

"something like thirty-six?" Does

that include me?

VERONICA:

Um. Thirty-seven.

DANTE:

I'M THIRTY-SEVEN?

VERONICA:

(walking away)

I'm going to class.

DANTE:

Thirty-seven?!

(to CUSTOMER)

My girlfriend sucked thirty-seven

d*cks!

CUSTOMER:

In a row?

DANTE chases VERONICA down and grabs her by the door.

DANTE:

Hey! Where are you going?!

VERONICA:

Hey listen, jerk! Until today you

never even knew how many guys I'd

slept with, because you never even

asked. And then you act all nonchalant

about f***ing twelve different girls.

Well, I never had sex with twelve

different guys!

DANTE:

No, but you sucked enough dick!

VERONICA:

Yeah, I went down on a few guys...

DANTE:

A few?

VERONICA:

...And one of those guys was you!

The last one, I might add, which-if

you're too stupid to comprehend-

means that I've been faithful to you

since we met! All the other guys I

went with before I met you, so, if

you want to have a complex about it,

go ahead! But don't look at me like

I'm the town whore, because you were

plenty busy yourself, before you met

me!

DANTE:

(a bit more rational)

Well... why did you have to suck

their d*cks? Why didn't you just

sleep with them, like any decent

person?!

VERONICA:

Because going down it's a big deal!

I used to like a guy, we'd make out,

and sooner or later I'd go down on

him. But I only had sex with the

guys I loved.

DANTE:

I feel sick.

VERONICA:

(holds him)

I love you. Don't feel sick.

DANTE:

Every time I kiss you now I'm going

to taste thirty-six other guys.

VERONICA violently lets go of him.

VERONICA:

I'm going to school. Maybe later

you'll be a bit more rational.

DANTE:

(pause)

Thirty-seven. I just can't...

VERONICA:

Goodbye, Dante.

She exits in a huff. DANTE stands there in silence for a

moment. Then he swings the door open and yells out.

DANTE:

Try not to suck any more d*cks on

your way through the parking lot!

Two men who were walking in the opposite direction outside

double back and head in the direction. VERONICA went.

DANTE:

HEY! HEY, YOU! GET BACK HERE!

CUT TO:

INT:
CONVENIENCE STORE. DAY

A videocassette encased in the customary black box flips

repeatedly, held by an impatient grasp. The IMPATIENT CUSTOMER

glares at DANTE. Dante studies a copy of Paradise Lost, making

a strong attempt at not noticing the glare.

IMPATIENT CUSTOMER

(pissed off)

I thought that place was supposed to

be opened at eleven o'clock?

It's twenty after!

DANTE:

I called his house twice already.

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