Hannah and Her Sisters Page #12

MICKEY:

(gesturing)

You--I got the classic symptoms of

a brain tumor!

Mickey sighs.

GAIL:

Two months ago, you thought you had

a malignant melanoma.

MICKEY:

(gesturing)

Naturally, I, I--Do you know I--The

sudden appearance of a black spot

on my back!

GAIL:

It was on your shirt!

MICKEY:

(sighing)

I--How was I to know?!

(pointing to his back)

Everyone was pointing back here.

He sighs again as Gail, frustrated, gestures impatiently to

the papers on the desk.

GAIL:

Come on, we've got to make some

booking decisions.

Mickey begins pacing around the room again. He wrings his

hands and blows on them.

MICKEY:

I can't. I can't think of it.

This morning, I was so happy, you

know. Now I, I don't know what

went wrong.

(sighing)

GAIL:

Eh, you were miserable this morning!

We got bad reviews, terrible

ratings, the sponsors are furious...

MICKEY:

(pacing back to the

desk, still wringing

his hands)

No, I was happy, but I just didn't

realize I was happy.

CUT TO:

The Stanislavski Catering Company in action.

Sophisticated pop music plays as the film cuts to:

INT. LOFT - DAY

An abstract painting on a wall fills the screen. Light

laughter is heard, as well as the sophisticated music;

offscreen brunch guests chatter indistinctly.

FEMALE BRUNCH GUEST

(offscreen)

These things are delicious! What

in the world are they?

Holly walks onto the screen in front of the painting. She

holds an almost empty tray of hors d'oeuvres; she wears a

uniform.

HOLLY:

Oh, um, those are quail eggs.

FEMALE BRUNCH GUEST

(offscreen)

Oh, they're very good.

Holly walks past the painting towards the female brunch

guest. A man walks in front of her. Chatter, light

laughter, and music are still heard; a party is in progress.

HOLLY:

(nodding)

Yeah, my friend April makes those.

(holding out the tray)

Here, try the shrimp puffs. These

are delicious.

FEMALE BRUNCH GUEST

(taking one from the tray)

Oh, thank you. That looks great.

HOLLY:

I make those.

FEMALE BRUNCH GUEST

Mmm. Thanks.

Holly laughs lightly as she walks away from the woman.

Holding her tray, she passes a large oval loft window and

several clusters of brunch guests. They are eating and

drinking. No one pays any attention to her.

HOLLY:

(to two male guests

in her way)

Excuse me.

One of the men, murmuring his thanks, takes a last shrimp

puff as Holly passes.

HOLLY:

(to the man)

Thank you.

Holly finally makes her way into the cluttered loft kitchen.

Her tray is empty.

APRIL:

(offscreen)

The Stroganoff is ready.

Holly, excited, runs over to April, who is busy taking the

Stroganoff out of the oven. She wears the same uniform as

Holly:
black skirt, white shirt, and black bowtie.

HOLLY:

(animatedly)

We're a big hit.

APRIL:

Oh, in this we're a big hit.

Yesterday I auditioned for Come

Back Little Sheba. That, I wasn't

such a big hit.

April, holding the Stroganoff, dashes out of the kitchen to

serve the party guests. Holly calls after her, offscreen,

as David walks past the hurrying April into the kitchen.

HOLLY:

(offscreen)

You will be. You will be. You'll

get five jobs next week.

David walks over to Holly, who is busy at the pot-and-pan-

covered stove.

DAVID:

(to Holly)

Excuse me, are there any more claims?

HOLLY:

(gesturing at some

canapés warming on

the stove)

Only a few. A few.

(chuckling as David

takes one)

Do you like 'em?

DAVID:

I can't resist.

HOLLY:

(busily working at

the stove)

Really? How flattering! Did you

try the shrimp puffs?

DAVID:

(eating a canapé and

pointing at Holly)

Listen, you guys are too attractive

to be caterers. Something's wrong.

HOLLY:

We're actresses.

DAVID:

Is this your first job?

HOLLY:

(grabbing a quiche

from an overhead stove)

Really? Is the food that bad?

DAVID:

(shaking his head)

Oh no. Not at all.

As Holly carries the quiche outside to the party, April

comes back into the kitchen from another doorway. Music, as

well as the chatter of mingling guests, is heard in the

background.

APRIL:

We need more bread and some baked

lasa--

(realizing Holly

isn't there and, at

the same time,

noticing David)

uh, lasagne.

(turning to David)

Hi.

DAVID:

(standing by the sink

as he wipes his hands

and mouth with a napkin)

I know. You're an actress with a

great flair for shrimp puffs.

APRIL:

(working at the

stove, pointing a

finger for emphasis)

Uh, no, the shrimp puffs are

Holly's. I do the, uh, crêpes

caviar.

She walks past David to a counter where she begins to fold

napkins. David leans back against the sink.

DAVID:

And the quail is responsible for

the quail eggs.

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