My Girl 2
- PG
- Year:
- 1994
- 99 min
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SETTING:
MADISON, PENNYSYLVANIA 1974CLOSE-UP OF VADA SULTENFUSS' FACE
VADA:
I remember before I was born, wounded up like
a fur ball in the highly overrated fetal
position, luckily I'm not claustrophobic, but
on rainy days I still feel a tightness in my
left shoulder. So now that my stepmother's
pregnant, I understand what the baby's going
through, and I'm not jealous at all, really,
not at all.
VIEW OF THE SULTENFUSS' DINING ROOM TABLE. VADA, HARRY AND
SHELLY ARE SEATED. SHELLY IS VERY PREGNANT
HARRY:
Hey you're not eating your meatloaf.
SHELLY:
If I eat it I'll throw up.
HARRY:
Well you should at least try a little bit.
SHELLY:
Then I'll throw up a little bit.
VADA:
(to Shelly's stomach)
Are you sure you wanna get involved in this?
OUTSIDE SULTENFUSS' HOUSE, MUSIC IS PLAYING OUR HOUSE,
HARRY:
...windows are illuminated by the evening
sunshine through them firey gems for you, only
for you, our house, is a very, very, very fine
house, with two cats in the yard, life used to
be so hard, now everything is easy 'cause of
you...
Harry walks to Vada who is placing chairs in rows in the
funeral room
HARRY:
Vada, try to scrunch these chairs together a
little more.
VADA:
Dad, I'm trying. The chairs, they won't
scrunch.
Doorbell rings
ARTHUR:
I'll get it.
HARRY:
Well I guess we'll just set up more chairs in
the library and pipe the sermon in like we did
with Old Man Hasselmeyer.
VADA:
Better fix that speaker, it makes the
minister sound like an astronaut.
Arthur opens the front door to reveal Judy
ARTHUR:
Oh, hello Judy.
JUDY:
Hi Arthur.
Harry walks past
HARRY:
Hi Judy, come on in.
JUDY:
Hi Mr. Sultenfuss.
ARTHUR:
(to Vada)
Look who I found.
VADA:
Hi Judy!
Judy doesn't enter the funeral room. She doesn't like the
idea of being anywhere near a corpse
JUDY:
(nervous)
Hi.
VADA:
Come on in!
JUDY:
That's okay.
VADA:
It's just a corpse.
JUDY:
I know that.
VADA:
You should be here when they bring in a body
that's been dead for a couple of days, and
they haven't found it yet, 'cause it was in an
apartment, and no-one came to visit, or
floating in a river, and then the body starts
turning this weird shade of green, you know,
like watery pea soup? The arms and legs
deteriorate first, the body looks like a
raisin with four fat legs. Anyway, this is why
I'm seriously considering cremation. Judy??
front door closes
Judy???
ARTHUR:
I think you lost on the raisin with the four
fat legs honey.
LIVING ROOM, HARRY AND SHELLY ARE SITTING WATCHING TV, VADA
Harry and Shelly are laughing
HARRY:
I got a card from your Uncle Phil in Los
Angeles today, said he went body surfing.
VADA:
I don't know if I can picture Uncle Phil body
surfing.
SHELLY:
I don't know if I want to.
HARRY:
Vada I wanna ask you a favor, remember you
can absolutely say no if you want to.
Shelly gives Harry a look
I'm just bringing it up for discussion.
SHELLY:
But Harry, I thought we decided we weren't
gonna do this.
Vada looks confused
VADA:
Do what?
HARRY:
Well the thing is your room is right next
door to ours, and so we thought, well, I
thought, if you were willing we might move you
to Grammoo's room, and use your old room for
the nursery. See we're gonna be up half the
night with a newborn and there'll be a lot of
noise....
VADA:
You want me to move?
HARRY:
Well not far, just down the hall. Plus
Grammoo's room's a lot bigger, and you get a
view of the whole neighborhood.
VADA:
Okay, no problem.
HARRY:
Okay thanks, atta girl.
OUTSIDE, ON THE DECK, HARRY IS PLAYING HIS TUBA, SHELLY
COMES OUT:
SHELLY:
(at the door)
Harry?
(closer, a little louder)
HARRY??
(in Harry's ear)
*HARRY*!!!!
Harry gets a fright and blows a foul note
I'm sorry to interrupt honey but Vada's
upset.
HARRY:
Oh, she's fine, she'll love her new room.
SHELLY:
Look we react to every kick this baby gives,
maybe Vada's trying to tell us something too.
BOWLING ALLEY, VADA AND HARRY ARE BOWLING, CLOSE UP OF
HARRY HOLDING UP HIS BALL
HARRY:
The thing to remember is you must visualize a
spare. The parabola of the arcing ball must
intersect with the pyramid of the pins at
precisely this angle of attack.
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