Legally Blonde Page #11

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Students trickle out of the building.

ELLE " .:.

Are you a third-year?

Warner walks up, behind Emmett, interrupting.

WARNER:

Hey.

Elle looks up, pure adoration on her face.

ELLE:

Hi!

Emmett rises and walks off.

EMMETT:

Good luck.

ELLE:

(calling after him)

Thanks again for your help!

Warner remains standing, still somewhat uncomfortable with

her presence here.

WARNER:

S o -- uh -- how was your first class?

ELLE:

Fine. Except for this horrible girl who

made me look bad in front of my Civ Pro

professor. But no biggie. You're here

now.

(MORE)

(CONTINUED)

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ELLE (CONT'D)

(perky)

How was your summer?

She pats the bench beside her. He doesn't move.

· WARNER

(distracted)

Good. Good.

ELLE:

Do anything exciting?

A female hand snakes around Warner's chest from behind.

Warner turns and brings the owner of the hand around to his

side, presenting her.

WARNER:

(nervous)

Urn, hey, have you met Sarah?

Sarah, the horrible girl herself, holds out her hand to Elle,

full of contempt.

SARAH:

Hi. Sarah Knottingham.

ELLE:

(to Warner; horrified)

· You know her?

WARNER:

She 's --

Sarah jumps in. ·

SARAH .

-- I ' m his fiancee.

Elle stares at her. Sarah tucks a piece of her mousy brown

hair behind her ear and there it is -- The Rock.

ELLE:

(in disbelief)

I'm sorry, I just hallucinated.

WARNER:

Sarah was my girlfriend at prep school.

We got back together over the summer at

my grandmother's birthday party.

Elle looks stricken. Sarah gives her a smug smile.

(CONTINUED)

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SARAH:

Warner told me all about you. You're

famous at our Club.

She says it in a way that is anything but flattering. In

fact, it's completely condescending.

SARAH (CONT'D)

(continuing; pointedly)

But he didn't tell me you'd be here.

WARNER:

I didn't know --

Elle looks from Warner to Sarah.

ELLE:

Excuse me.

She rushes off. Sarah watches her go, a smug grin on her

' · · ··

face, ·

SARAH:

(to Warner)

I thought you said she was pretty.

43 EXT. STREET/INT. ELLE'S CONVERTIBLE BOXSTER- DAY 43

Elle drives, wiping the tears from her face. She spots

something off to the side and SWERVES her car toward it, a

gasp of hope escaping her lips.

Her car stops in front of a strip mall salon called "Beauty

Oasis".

44 INT. BEAUTY OASIS - DAY 44

A downscale, blue-collar salon, with five hair chairs and two

manicure stations. Old ladies and young waitresses get perms.

PAULETTE --early 40s, lower-middle class, hard-edged, plus-

sirzed -- looks up as a defeated Elle sinks into the manicure

chair.(The manicure station is plastered with pictures of

RUFUS, a big, slobbering pit-bull). ·

PAULETTE:

Bad day?

Elle holds out her hands. Paulette dips them into a dish of

soapy water.

ELLE:

You can't even imagine.

(CONTINUED)

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PAULETTE:

.Spill.,

Elle lets it all out in a rush.

ELLE:

I worked really hard to get into law

school -- I blew off Spring Break and

Greek Week to study for the LSATs, I

completely neglected my Homecoming Queen

duties, I hired a Coppola to direct my

admissions video -- all so I could get my

boyfriend Warner back and now he's

engaged to this awful girl Sarah so it

was all for nothing! I wish I ' d never

even come to Harvard.

Paulette dries Elle's hands and begins filing.

PAULETTE:

After you went to all that trouble?

ELLE :

Well, what am I supposed to do? He's

engaged! She's got the family six-carat

on her bony, unpolished finger.

PAULETTE:

You're asking the wrong girl. I ' m with

my guy eight years and then one day it's

"I met someone else. Move out."

ELLE:

(horrified)

What'd you do?

PAULETTE:

Cried a lot and gained twenty pounds.

Dewey kept the trailer and my precious

baby Rufus. I got jackcrap.

She looks at a picture of the pit-bull.

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