Juno Page #16

JUNO:

My dad went through this phase where

he was obsessed with Greek and Roman

mythology. He named me after Zeus's

wife. I mean, Zeus had other lays,

but I'm pretty sure Juno was his

only wife. She was supposed to be

really beautiful but really mean.

Like Diana Ross.

MARK:

That suits you.

JUNO:

Uh, thanks.

MARK:

You know, not many teenage girls in

your situation would actually go

through with this.

JUNO:

I weighed my options. But after all

this, I'm glad I didn't, you know,

get rid of it. I want to have it.

For you guys.

MARK:

You're something else.

A door suddenly slams upstairs. Vanessa's home.

MARK:

Vanessa. Sh*t, you better get out of

here.

JUNO:

Why? What the big deal?

MARK:

Nothing. She just hates when I sit

around watching movies and 'not

contributing.'

JUNO:

I'll handle this. I'm really good at

diffusing mom-type rage.

Juno jumps up and rushes out.

MARK:

Wait... aww, crap!

INT. LORING HOUSE - KITCHEN - AFTERNOON

Vanessa slides her BRIEFCASE off her shoulder and ventures

into the living room. She's struggling to carry some oversized

shopping bags.

VANESSA:

Mark? Are you home? I want to show

you some things I picked up.

Juno intercepts her breathlessly, clutching the ULTRASOUND

photo. Mark trails behind her.

JUNO:

Hi Vanessa!

Vanessa JUMPS and makes a strangled sound.

VANESSA:

Juno! God, you startled me. What are

you doing here? What's wrong?

JUNO:

Nothing...

VANESSA:

Then what's going on?

JUNO:

I went to the doctor today.

Vanessa is obviously entertaining some worse-case scenarios.

Her eyes are wide and she's uncharacteristically ruffled.

VANESSA:

Is the baby okay?

JUNO:

Sure. It's the right size and

everything. I even saw its phalanges

today! Check this...

She holds the ULTRASOUND up to show Vanessa and drapes her

arm around her.

VANESSA:

What...

JUNO:

This is the baby. Your baby.

Vanessa drops the shopping bags, sick with relief.

VANESSA:

Oh my God...

JUNO:

(kindly)

Doesn't it look like it's waving?

It's kind of like it's saying "Hi,

Vanessa. Will you be my mommy?"

VANESSA:

Yeah. Yeah, it kind of does.

MARK:

Juno was nice enough to bring this

by for us.

JUNO:

I came over as soon as I got that

cold ultrasound goo off my pelvis.

My stepmom verbally abused the

ultrasound tech so we were escorted

off the premises.

VANESSA:

(distracted)

Oh, that's great!

She can't divert her gaze from the photo.

JUNO:

See? Nothing to worry about.

Vanessa chuckles tightly, clearly embarrassed by her show of

emotion.

INT. LORING HOUSE - ENTRY WAY - DAY

Vanessa and Mark walk Juno out. Juno peers at some shopping

bags from various kids stores.

JUNO:

Hey, what kind of swag did you score?

MARK:

Yeah. Mall madness, huh?

VANESSA:

Oh it's just some stuff I picked up.

For, you know, the baby. Babies need

a lot of things. I want everything

to be just right.

JUNO:

I thought people got all that stuff

at baby showers. When my stepmom had

my sister I remember she got about a

million presents. They were all lame

though, so I wasn't jealous.

MARK:

I doubt anyone's throwing us a shower.

JUNO:

Why?

VANESSA:

Um, I think people are kind of unsure

about the situation because it's

not, you know, set in stone.

JUNO:

What do you mean? You mean...

(aghast)

Do you think I'm going to flake out

on you?

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