Juno Page #14

Juno, Leah and Bren become immediately defensive.

JUNO:

How do you know I'm so poisonous?

Like, what if the adoptive parents

turn out to be evil molesters?

LEAH:

Or stage parents!

BREN:

They could be utterly negligent.

Maybe they'll do a far shittier job

of raising a kid than my dumbass

stepdaughter ever would. Have you

considered that?

ULTRASOUND TECH:

No... I guess not.

BREN:

What is your job title, exactly?

ULTRASOUND TECH:

Excuse me?

BREN:

I said, what-is-your-job-title, Missy?

ULTRASOUND TECH:

I'm an ultrasound technician, ma'am.

BREN:

Well I'm a nail technician, and I

think we both ought to stick to what

we know.

ULTRASOUND TECH:

What are you talking about?

BREN:

You think you're special because you

get to play Picture Pages up there?

Bren gestures to the ULTRASOUND MONITOR.

BREN:

My five year-old daughter could do

that, and let me tell you, she is

not the brightest bulb in the tanning

bed. So why don't you go back to

night school in Manteno and learn a

real trade!

The ULTRASOUND TECH exits in a huff.

JUNO:

Bren, you're a dick! I love it.

INT. JUNO'S BEDROOM - DAY

Juno lays in bed checking out the ULTRASOUND PRINT OUT.

EXT. LORING NEIGHBORHOOD - PREVIA - AFTERNOON

The Previa drives into the front gate of Mark and Vanessa's

exclusive community. A sign on the gate reads "Glacial

Valley."

EXT. LORING HOUSE - ENTRY - AFTERNOON

Juno rings the doorbell, shifting her weight in the cold.

MARK answers the door, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans.

MARK:

Juno? Wow, I didn't expect to see

you here.

JUNO:

I've got something really cool to

show you guys. Is Vanessa here?

MARK:

No, she's working late tonight. She's

trying to accrue some extra time off

for when, you know...

He gestures awkwardly to Juno's belly.

JUNO:

Right. I hear they can be kind of a

time-suck.

MARK:

Come on in. You wanna Ginseng Cooler?

JUNO:

Sure. What is it with you rich people

and your herb-infused juices?

MARK:

I don't know. Something to do with

the four-packs...

(adding)

...They're not bad.

INT. LORING HOUSE - KITCHEN - AFTERNOON

Mark leads Juno into the kitchen, where he pours two drinks.

The STEREO blares in the background.

JUNO:

Why aren't you at work?

MARK:

I mostly work from home. I'm a

composer.

JUNO:

No sh*t. Like Johannes Brahms?

MARK:

No, more commercial stuff.

JUNO:

Like what?

MARK:

Commercials.

JUNO:

Oh.

MARK:

Have you seen those ads for Titanium

Power men's deodorant?

JUNO:

(singing)

Titanium Power! Get more snatch by

the batch!

MARK:

I wrote that.

JUNO:

You're kind of a sellout, aren't

you? What would the Melvins say?

MARK:

They'd say you came a long way out

here not knowing if anyone would be

home.

She holds up a manila envelope.

JUNO:

Come on, you're going to want to sit

down for this.

INT. LORING HOUSE - DEN - AFTERNOON

As they move into the living room, Juno sits down and motions

for Mark to join her on the couch.

JUNO:

Park it, dude.

Mark sits down. With great fanfare, Juno retrieves a dark,

glossy sheet from the envelope. It's her ULTRASOUND.

JUNO:

Behold, good sir! The very first

photo of your future child.

MARK:

You're kidding!

Mark EXAMINES the ultrasound, baffled.

JUNO:

I think it kind of looks like my

friend, Paulie.

MARK:

(joking)

Oh, is he bald and amorphous?

JUNO:

No, he's the dad.

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