In Her Shoes Page #2

- Okay.

- Just relax.

"It's Friday afternoon on TRL and"-

[ Man ]

Take it back.

"It's Friday afternoon

on TRL and later today"-

[ Laughs Nervously ]

[ Man ]

You okay, Maggie May?

[ Whispering ]

Yeah.

[ Door Opens ]

[ Door Closes ]

Well? Are you famous yet?

Aposition in retail.

Employment history?

- dd [ Dance ]

- [ Sighs ]

What was your last job?

- LuckyJeans for three weeks.

- Why'd it end?

[ Sighs ]

Some crazy b*tch with a coupon.

The coupon says 15%!

What's your problem?

Okay, well, if anyone asks, just...

say it wasn't challenging enough.

And before that was the restaurant, right?

The Canal House?

[ Laughing ]

[ Metal Letter Clanging ]

- And before that?

- [ Sighs ]

Before that? The Gap.

Before that? The Limited.

Wanamaker's Fragrance,

Wanamaker's Accessories.

Oh, come on. You really don't

want to do this right now, do you?

No, but I also don't want you

on my couch for the next three months.

[ Sighs ] I'll let you do my resume

if you let me do your makeup.

- [ Scoffs ] Forget it.

- Why?

I don't know- at some point today,

I have to face the world...

and I'd rather not do it

looking like a $20 hooker.

Oh, come on. I promise you'll

still look like you, just better.

[ Gasps ]

Let's go pick out an outfit

for inspiration. Shoes.

- I don't have-

- Shoes!

[ Groans ]

You know...

you don't even wear most of these.

Shoes like these should not

be locked in a closet.

They should be living

a life of scandal and passion...

getting screwed in an alleyway by a billionaire

while his frigid wife waits in the limo...

thinking that he just went back into the bar

to get his cell phone.

- These are cute too.

- Please tell me you just made that up.

Look, if you're not gonna wear them,

don't buy them.

Leave them for somebody who's

gonna get something out of them.

I get something out of them.

When I feel bad,

I like to treat myself.

Clothes never look any good.

Food just makes me fatter.

Shoes always fit.

[ MUSIC ] [ Disco ]

- Don't slouch.

-Something for you ladies?

I think we're gonna

just take a minute. Thanks.

- I thought I was getting a drink out of this.

- Patience.

Eww! Maggie, no.

How would you ladies like

to join us for something wet?

- What is that?

- It's a vagina.

You know what? Sydelle's right.

You're completely obscene.

Why, because I say "vagina"?

[ Imitating Sydelle ] "Michael,

I don't know what's wrong with your girls.

My Marcia never uses the word 'vagina'!"

Oh, no, my Marcia

doesn't even have a vagina!

Oh, my Marcia has a vagina,

all right...

but my Marcia's vagina is made

of solid 2 4-karat gold.

My Marcia's vagina is so perfect,

it's in a museum!

[ Maggie, Rose Laughing ]

What can I get you girls?

We'll have two stacks

of whole wheat honey pancakes...

and a side ofbacon, please.

- Thank you.

- Thank you very much.

Oh, and, uh, are you hiring?

I'll bring an application.

My Marcia never eats pancakes.

That's why my Marcia

still wears a m-

What?

I can't believe you just did that.

Did what?

"Are you hiring?"

[ Scoffs ] God, Rose,

we were having fun for once.

- It's an opportunity.

- To do what?

To work the graveyard shift serving pancakes

to cops and whores and drunks.

I think you should work, so you don't

have to mooch off me for everything.

What are you talking about?

I just got us two rounds of drinks.

No. Cuervo Carl got the drinks, and only

because he hoped you'd sleep with him.

[ Scoffs ]

Well, I didn't.

You need a job, Maggie.

There's a whole world

of commerce out there...

that has nothing to do with sex.

Where people actually make money

without seducing anyone.

Obviously, or you'd starve.

You're not gonna look

like this forever, you know.

Eventually you'll be older...

and then all the men who foot your bill now

will be buying drinks for girls half your age.

And what are you gonna do then?

Well, you better think of something...

'cause middle-aged tramps aren't cute.

They're pathetic.

- Fine.

- What are you doing?

Sit down, Mag. Mag.

[ Man ]

Your car's here, Miss Feller.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Hey.

Danvers got busy.

He sent me instead.

Almond croissant? Still warm.

Hi. I was, uh, wondering

if you guys are hiring?

Hi.

[ Gasps ]

Great.

[ Sighs ]

Sh*t.

[ One Heel Clacking ]

[ Soft Groan ]

[ Dogs Barking ]

- You know about anal glands?

- What?

- Squeeze.

- Eww.

- Oh, you get used to it. Grab yourself an apron.

- We got all sizes.

-[ MUSIC ] [ Cell Phone Plays Electronic Melody ]

- [ Dogs Barking ]

Sorry.

Hello, Sydelle.

No, I can't come right now.

Look, I'll get there when I get there, okay?

Thank you.

[ Dogs Bark, Whine ]

Stepmother.

You can put it all in the basement.

I need this space. I'm converting it

to a nursery for my Marcia's baby.

- She's pregnant?

- She will be very soon.

- [ Singsong ] Maggie!

- Hey, Daddy!

- Yeah, hi, baby.

- Hi.

I thought I heard your voice.

What brings you here?

- I'm being evicted.

- Are you gonna wear that, Michael?

Because if you're not, you should go change.

We're already late.

- Mustn't be late.

- Mm-mmm.

- Stick around, Maggie, have dinner with us.

- Mmm, tempting.

- Yeah.

- [ Chuckles ]

Well- Oh, try not

to burn the house down.

[ Imitates Sydelle ]

Don't look at me like that, my Marcia.

[ Exhales ]

[ Quietly ]

Sh*t.

dd [ Soft Music Plays ]

Mike, how do you stop

loving somebody when...

- [ Knocking On Door ]

- they've stopped loving you?

[ Movie Continues In Background ]

We are within walking distance to three

of the best restaurants in the city.

- I've already eaten.

- Yeah.

Grease is not a food group, Feller.

- Bon appetit.

- [ Woman On TV] Will you stay with me?

[ Chuckles Softly ]

Okay, I'm not gonna start

with your butt first, okay?

I'm gonna wait for us to get

to know each other a little better.

- All right. Here you go.

- [ Whines ]

Okay.

Oh! [ Quietly ] Sh*t.

Here we go, sweetie.

[ Gasps ]

[ Dog Barking ]

Oh, God.

[ Grunts ]

[ Whines ]

[ Shrieks ]

No! Truce.

Damn it!

[ Groans ]

- They got you too, huh?

- What?

They tow on Saturdays.

[ Chuckles ]

Great. Do you know

where they take the cars?

Uh, yeah, it's this impound lot

down on South Street.

I'm parked around the corner.

I'm taking him. We'd be glad to take you too.

- Yeah.

- If you want.

Yeah, that would be great.

Uh, you know, are we-

I mean, are we- are we in a rush?

'Cause I could stand going for a drink.

- Sure.

- All right. All right. Cool.

- There it is. What's your name?

- Maggie.

- Hey. Grant. Nice to meet you.

- Hey, I'm Tim.

- Hi. Nice to meet you.

- Nice way to end your day.

Yeah. My sister would kill me

if she knew I got her car towed.

[ MUSIC ] [ Loud Rock ]

[ Giggling ]

[ Speaking Indistinctly ]

[ Maggie ]

Where is this place?

[ Grant ]

We're almost there.

[ MUSIC ] [ Continues ]

[ Horn Honks Twice ]

[ Horn Honks ]

[ MUSIC ] [ Continues ]

[ Grant ]

We're in like Flynn.

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