My Girl 2 Page #12

Alfred begins to climb the stairs after Vada and Nick, very

slowly

NICK:

If he has a heart attack you're carrying the

body down yourself.

VADA:

At least it gives you plenty of exercise.

ALFRED:

It keeps me young.

They all enter Alfred's apartment

VADA:

(referring to the table that she is

carrying)

Umm, where do you want this?

ALFRED:

Oh, just put it over there.

Vada is looking through Alfred's bookshelf

VADA:

Do you still teach?

ALFRED:

No, no, no, I gave it up ten years

ago...actually it gave me up.

Vada finds a book of interest

VADA:

My mother took this course with you at

UCLA..."The Foundations of Poetic Thought".

ALFRED:

UCLA? My cardigan sweater period.

VADA:

Her name was Maggie Muldovan.

ALFRED:

(completely absentmindedly)

Ohhhhh.

NICK:

Remember her?

ALFRED:

I've been blessed with a very bad memory.

VADA:

People said she looked like me.

ALFRED:

I was drinking a little in those days.

(gets up)

I'm drinking a little these days too.

VADA:

I'm sure she found your lectures fascinating.

ALFRED:

Oh I doubt it...lectures are notoriously

boring.

VADA:

No they're not. I wanna be a writer, I wanna

be just like you.

ALFRED:

Humph, meee?? My dear, this is not a country

that rewards poetry, this is a country that

rewards gas mileage, besides, people don't

read poetry anymore, they watch television.

Don't be a poet, be a TV repairman.

OUTSIDE, NICK AND VADA ARE GOING DOWN STEPS OUTSIDE ALFRED

BEIDERMEYER'S FLAT

NICK:

Vada, come on...I got a place I always go

when I need cheering up.

TAR PITS, VADA AND NICK ARE ON THE VIEWING PLATFORM LOOKING

OVER THE EDGE:

VADA:

The tar pits? This is where you come to get

cheered up?

NICK:

Look at it this way, however bad I feel, it

isn't as bad as becoming extinct in a

bottomless pit of tar.

VADA:

And I thought I was weird.

NICK:

You are weird. Let's just go.

VADA:

Oh, no wait, I like that you bought me here.

Vada and Nick sit down on a concrete bench

NICK:

Hey what do I care...I mean, consider the

sorts, a chick from Pennsylvania, who wears a

mood ring.

VADA:

This isn't just a mood ring.

NICK:

Does it work?

VADA:

Well, it doesn't open cans or anything but

it...it's sort of a reminder of a friend of

mine.

NICK:

Boyfriend?

VADA:

Well he was a boy, he was my friend...he was

my best friend. When we were kids we were

gonna...move out here and move to the Brady

Bunch.

Then umm, I lost this ring in the woods...and

when he went to find it...he got stung by bees

and he died.

NICK:

Do you think your friend's up in Heaven now,

looking down on you and watching you all the

time?

VADA:

(smiles)

Well, I hope he's not watching me all the

time.

NICK:

Let me see if it changes colors on me.

VADA:

ehh...Okay...but be careful, it has a lot of

sentimental value.

Vada takes the ring off and hands it carefully to Nick,

they stand up

NICK:

Maybe it'll fit my pinkie.

VADA:

Don't force it, you'll break it.

NICK:

I'm not gonna break it, I just wanna see it

change colors.

VADA:

I want it back now. I never should have taken

it off, I want it back.

Nick begins to tease Vada with her mood ring, she begins to

get quite distressed

NICK:

Hey relax, I'm not gonna break it.

VADA:

Give it to me!

NICK:

Come and get it.

VADA:

Just give it to me!!

NICK:

Just come and get it...right here!

VADA:

DON'T, come on!!!

Nick has his back against the side of the platform with his

arm outstretched,

threatening to drop it

NICK:

Woah, watch it!

VADA:

DON'T!!!

NICK:

(expression suddenly changes)

Uh oh...

VADA:

What do you mean "Uh Oh"???

NICK:

...I dropped it.

VADA:

In the tar??

NICK:

It was an accident, I'll get you a new one.

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