Even Cowgirls Get The Blues Page #9
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- Year:
- 1993
- 95 min
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...Until one by one, we see button necks freed. Soon Sissy
can feel it.
Someone is undressing her. In a voice webby with sleep she
lifts her head up, and sees Howard and Marie.
SISSY:
Where are the others?
HOWARD:
Oh, Rupert and Carla had a little
hassle and went home.
MARIE:
Julian fell asleep on the couch; we
covered him up.
HOWARD:
We thought that we should make you
comfortable too.
Sissy thinks this is nice, but wonders, however, why they
are both in their underwear.
SISSY:
Yes, thanks...
Between the two of them, they have gotten Sissy out of her
dress in no time. Sissy feels she should apologize for not
having on a brassiere.
Marie slips out of her own brassiere and moves her bare bosom
close to Sissy's.
MARIE:
Mine are fuller but yours are more
perfectly shaped.
HOWARD:
Highly debatable. I'll wager they're
the exact same size.
Howard cups his left hand about a Marie breast and his right
about one of Sissy's. He weighs them in his palms, squeezes
them the way an honest grocer squeezes excess water from a
lettuce, and spreads his fingers to sample their
circumference.
HOWARD:
Hmm. Yours are larger, Marie, but
Miss Hankshaw's -- Sissy's -- are
more firm. You'd think they would
have started to droop; I mean, from
not wearing a bra.
MARIE:
Howard! Watch your manners. You've
made her blush. Here, Sissy, let me
compare.
Marie seizes Sissy's free breast, quickly, like a monkey
picking a fruit, rolling it about in her hungry little finger,
rubbing it against her chin and cheeks...
...and...
...it was like her earlier days as a hitchhiker....
nostalgic..... tropical plums.
SISSY:
(in ecstasy)
This place is finer than the place I
live!
Like a disc jockey from Paradise, Howard flips Marie over
and plays her B side. Every now and then she reaches for
Sissy to include her, but the laws of physics insist on being
obeyed.
Over and over Marie calls Sissy's name with half-closed eyes.
The Barths are really going at it, Marie yowling like a cat.
The POODLE in the kitchen begins to growl.
SISSY:
So this is what it's like... so this
is what it's really like.
INT. LIVING ROOM NIGHT
Sissy bounces out of the bed and patters through the living
room and crawls under the cover with Julian. Julian stirs
awake.
JULIAN:
Oh, Sissy. I am sorry about all the
fuss.
Julian and Sissy embrace and go at it under the covers But
suddenly:
Julian stops after a brief climax.JULIAN:
(with downcast eyes)
I apologize.
Sissy cradles Julian and comforts him.
JULIAN:
It is the measure of Western
Civilization that it can encompass
in harmony, balance off, as it were,
such divergent masterworks as A
MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM and THE
AMERICAN DREAM, as the dome of the
Sistine Chapel and the ceiling of
the Paris opera.
Sissy sits up, her eyes moping about the apartment, looking
but not seeing the macrame wallhangings, the volumes of Robert
Frost.
JULIAN:
What's the matter?
After a while Sissy answers.
SISSY:
I'm cold.
JULIAN:
Here. I'll turn down the air
conditioner.
SISSY:
It's not the air conditioner that's
making me cold. Nothing moves in
here. Not even your birds.
Sissy gets out of bed and begins to dress.
JULIAN:
What are you doing?
SISSY:
Getting dressed. I've got to go.
JULIAN:
But I don't want you to leave. Please
stay. We can go to dinner. I owe you
a dinner. And tonight... we can...
really make love.
SISSY:
I have to go, Julian.
JULIAN:
Why? Why do you have to go?
SISSY:
(somewhat frantic)
My thumbs hurt. I've made a mistake.
I've been negligent. I haven't
exercised. I have to hitchhike a
little bit every day, no matter what.
It's like a musician practicing his
scales. When I don't practice, my
timing gets off, my thumbs get stiff
and sore.
EXT. CITY DAWN
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