Motivational Growth Page #8

Ian:
Suck!

Leah:
Total suck!

That is of course, unless there's a new queen.

A queen that has to mate.

Ian:
Go on.

Leah:
The queen beef lies out of her hive,

the one time that she ever leaves the comfort

of her daily routine, like ever, and flies

to the drone who's been waiting for her.

Unsure at first, they fly around one another

showing off, until they get too close.

Ian:
What happens then?

Leah:
They become irresistibly attracted

to one another, they go wild with passion.

To show their love for one another, they dance.

Ian:
Dance?

Leah:
Yeah, they dance.

Ian:
I think I want to try.

I've never really danced before.

Leah:
That's just it, neither the queen

or the drone have ever danced before.

Love makes them do it, love.

The Mold:
Right, that's just about enough of that.

That's right sweet-tits.

Leah:
lan? What the f***?

The Mold:
Think you could have found something bigger?

(Leah screams)

(Ian screams)

(The Mold laughs)

Ian:
Fuckerl!

(ominous music)

Panic is a weird state.

Not like Wyoming is a weird state either.

Panic will grab you. Won't let you go.

Panic will make you do things

that you might not ever do on your own.

More than love, or anger, or excitement.

Panic will drive you like a truck

And god help whatever's in your way.

Panic connects us to the animals.

Panic is common, if I go to the zoo,

everyone will jump. Even the tigers. It's built in.

It protects us.

It protects us from those things

that would otherwise play our more

susceptible emotions against us.

Right now.

Right now.

I'm panicking.

That was my almost girlfriend.

She kissed me.

The Mold:
That was a two-rag skag

with no real interest in you, Jack.

She should have lit up your tilt sign

the minute she stepped into this joint.

She wasn't earthbound, Jacko,

she wasn't circle worthy,

what could she have given you

that The Mold couldnt?

Tell me that!

Ian:
You were helping me though.

You cleaned me up.

You taught me to be me again.

To try at least.

The Mold:
The Mold was helping you

dig a manhole, drop some pipe.

The mold wanted your whistle wet for what comes next.

It got too deep too quick though.

She gut into you.

Ian:
I was into her.

The Mold:
Jack, dame: bring you down.

A woman is what bends a man's knees.

And a man with bent knees

can't stand on his own.

Ian:
What comes next?

The Mold:
Ah, commitment.

Ian:
Commitment to what?

The Mold:
The Mold.

Ian:
I think that you think that

that is supposed to mean something to me.

The Mold:
The Mold doesn't care

if it does or it doesn't, Jack

Only that you do what The Mold says.

Ian:
I think I'm done with that.

The Mold:
Really, The Mold thinks otherwise.

Ian:
I am not going to eat that.

The Mold:
Let's you and The Mold say

that you're in a room with 26 doors in it,

and each one of these doors has,

Ian:
Shut up.

The Mold:
You do that again, and

Ian:
And what?

The Mold:
The Mold has warned you about interrupting!

If you have the jets, you'll shoot

low from here on out, Jack

Ian:
I'm not okay.

The Mold:
Why not?

You're all done up, your nest is settled.

You're chrome plated. You've got the stuff

to get heavy when it comes to it.

And even to take someone apart

when it comes to that.

The Mold thinks you're getting closer

to sevens, Jack. The Mold thinks

you're going to make a great man!

Ian:
Ian thinks you're full of sh*t.

Ian thinks you need to be dealt with.

(screaming)

The Mold:
As do all things, Jacko.

So too shall you return to the earth

a sullen and broken mess.

Food for those things at your back while you lived.

Those things ignored.

Your flesh shall cry cacophony

and that life which was once neglected,

shall hear this song and shall teem

upon you until there is nothing of you left,

but the filth and detritus that describe your life!

(whimpering)

And what is left, that nest of filth collected,

shall cw for escape and shall scream

with a mouth of horned teeth and flaming tongue.

It shall beg the decades for release

and spew forth lies and deceit

as frequently as it does the spore that spread it.

And so onto the earth did man plant himself,

saying this is the place of my sons and my sons' sons

and the earth did laugh at this, for man's

very first vital breath was his infection.

(scream s)

Sleep the sleep of stone.

Dream the dreams of man.

When you wake, when you wake,

I will be here, Ian.

Good morning, sunshine!

Welcome back to the land of the living!

You okay, buckaroo?

You still in orbit?

You listening to me,Jack?

Ian:
My name's Ian.

Nature channel voice: when the drone

is pressured to leave, if he does not leave,

he will never mate. If he never mates,

he will die.

J Dogg:
You feel me?

All that stress and sh*t?

You just gotta let it go.

That's what this sh*t is all about.

It's real sh*t, it's called death yoga.

It's gonna rock your world.

Alright, breathe in, come on

deep breath that sh*t. Hold it.

Hold on to it, baby.

Because once you let it go, you're gone.

You ready, breathe in.

Let it out.

(door knocking)

Box:
Mr. Folliver, wake up!

Get some pants on!

You owe me rent!

(door knocking)

Ian Folliver, open up!

You owe me an ass load of rent, buddy.

I don't even know if you're alive so I can change that.

J Dogg:
We're gonna do two more breaths here.

In through the nose,

Box:
Folliver, open up or I'm going to exercise

my right to fist f*** your face!

Alright Folliver, I'm coming in.

You better have your dick situated.

Hey man, rent!

Folliver!

(shooting noises)

[so ream)

Jace:
He's a f***ing door nail.

He made for his gun and you made him dead.

It's what we do man.

Stricker:
The body count, it's just too high.

Jace:
It's what we do!

We have to man up and get over this.

Stand up. Leave together.

Everything goes back to normal.

Think about it, you've got a hot body.

You've got a great head of hair.

You know what I have?

That's a phone number from a hot blonde,

who's twins with another hot blonde

that looks just like her.

Stricker:
Let's rid e.

Kathy B.:
And that's it, when, walk it off.

Yes, that's right. Now pop out the tape

and take a breather. You've done enough.

Don't even rewind it this time.

Just leave it out, I think you're done

with this workout. Now go out and get

Zygor:
My work here is done,

thanks for being there when I needed you.

The stars, they call me.

Starr:
Today, the precinct, tomorrow, the galaxy!

(laughing)

(explosion)

Ian:
His name was Kent, he was my

(alarm blaring)

Ian:
I'm Ian.

Leah:
Hello Ian, I'm Leah.

Ian:
I've kind of been watching you.

Leah:
I kind of think l knew that, Jack

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes