My Girl 2 Page #10

DARYL:

Everyone was really surprised when Maggie was

turned in, she got kicked out for two weeks.

NICK:

What kind of sleazoid geek would turn her in?

DARYL:

I would do it again in a minute.

VADA:

You ratted on my mother??

NICK:

Who are you? Hitler's hall monitor?

DARYL:

Well maybe you should join a hippie commune.

But let me tell you something. Sooner or later

it's gonna be your turn to take out the

garbage.

NICK:

What about giving the other guy a break.

DARYL:

What about living in the real world pal?

INTERCOM:

TANAKA got a minute?

DARYL:

I'll be right there.

he gets up and begins to leave

(to Vada)

Oh, ahh, I'd be a little more careful of who

I hang around with.

Nick picks up Daryl's packet of cigarettes and shows them

to Vada

NICK:

(to Vada)

Care for a smoke?

VADA AND NICK ARE WALKING ALONG THE STREET

VADA:

This'll be great in my report, my mother was

suspended for smoking.

NICK:

I think it's cool.

VADA:

You would.

NICK:

You'd rather have a mother that's a member of

the police state? Rules are made to be broken.

(pointing to Nixon on TV in a shop

window)

Just ask him.

NIXON ON TV:

...about the fact that the president has

nothing to hide...in this matter...

BUDAPEST AUTO REPAIR, A RED JAGUAR ENTERS WITH A SCREECH

AND A MAN GETS OUT AND MOVES OVER TO ROSE

ROSE:

Hello.

MAN:

Hi.

ROSE:

What can I do for you?

MAN:

Ehh...I'm staying at the chateau and the guy

who runs the garage there said that you're the

best Jag people in town...so uhm.

ROSE:

Well Enrique is great and...we are the best.

MAN:

Then I have come to the right place.

ROSE:

I guess you have.

MAN:

I'm Sam Helburn. Sam.

ROSE:

Rose.

they shake hands

ROSE:

So what's wrong?

SAM:

Nothing, nothing at all.

ROSE:

I mean...with your car.

SAM:

Oh, ahh, oil change, I...ehh...I just drove

in from Chicago and uhh...nice hair.

ROSE:

Excuse me?

SAM:

I was commenting on your hair.

ROSE:

Oh, are you a hairdresser?

SAM:

I'm a pediatric cardiologist.

ROSE:

Oh, you mean you...fix the hearts...of little

babies?

SAM:

Mostly...little babies, but...not

exclusively.

Phil looks up from his work to see Sam holding Rose's

hands, he is mildly annoyed

SAM:

(laughing)

...It's all in the hands really. You know you

have nice hands, you operate?

ROSE:

(laughing)

Yes, I do.

SAM:

...so I guess I'll always...teach...you

know...'cause it makes a good relief from the

operating-room, I feel I have an obligation...

Rose and Sam continue conversing as Phil comes over to them

PHIL:

Hi, Phil Sultenfuss

Phil goes to shake Sam's hand and then realizes that they

are very dirty and

withdraws his hand Oh sorry. Ahh, some kind

of problem here?

ROSE:

No, there's no problem, Dr. Helburn just

needs to have his oil changed.

PHIL:

Oh I see, 'cause usually that doesn't require

such a lengthy consultation.

SAM:

Well Rose was being very thorough.

PHIL:

Was Rose.

ROSE:

Ahh, Dr. Helburn, why don't you come in

tomorrow-morning at eight o'clock, that's when

we open, we'll get you started.

SAM:

I'll be here.

PHIL:

I look forward to it.

Phil slaps the windscreen of Sam's car, leaving a huge

greasy handprint

Oh, I'm sorry, I'll get that for you in the

morning.

he gets out a rag and wipes the mark, smearing it

Ooooh, made it worse, Get that for you in the

morning. Nice wheels.

SAM:

Thanks.

Sam reverses out and drives off

PHIL:

What's with the touching, why was he touching

you?

ROSE:

He wasn't touching me he was

just...gesturing...

PHIL:

He was caressing.

ROSE:

Phil for God sake.

PHIL:

God? No I didn't think you'd want to invoke

God Rose, because he saw even more than I did.

ROSE:

Look Phil, if you want the rights of a

husband, you're gonna have to ask me something

but if not, you're gonna have to get

accustomed to the rights of what you are.

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