My Girl 2 Page #14

smells it and coughs

VADA:

What's he smoking?

NICK:

What do you think?

VADA:

Really?

Vada starts off after him, but Nick grabs her arm and pulls

her away, they

walk off and then Vada sees a sign saying

Ears Pierced, 5.00

VADA:

Hey look!

NICK:

This is a totally barbaric custom.

They enter the store

VADA AND NICK STROLLING QUIETLY DOWN A PAVEMENT IN FRONT OF

A LARGE WALL MURAL OF MOVIE STARS

NICK:

So if Phil marries my mom, she'd be your Aunt

right?

VADA:

Right.

NICK:

And you'd be my cousin?

VADA:

Yeah I guess...sort of.

NICK:

But we wouldn't really be related right?

VADA:

Oh no, we wouldn't be from the same

bloodlines or anything. We'd be like two total

strangers who...accidentally had relatives

that got married.

NICK:

Good. I mean...

VADA:

Marriage can really complicate things. So,

aren't you gonna say anything about my

earrings?

NICK:

I already did, it's a totally barbaric

custom...but on you, it looks good.

Vada smiles

BUS PULLS UP TO STOP NEAR BUDAPEST AUTO REPAIRS, NICK AND

VADA RUN OFF OF IT AND SPRINT OFF TOWARDS THE DOOR TO NICK'S

HOUSE:

VADA:

We should've called.

NICK:

It's not that late!

they enter the living room, Rose and Phil are sitting

waiting

ROSE:

You're grounded 'till you're fifty!

NICK:

You're over reacting!

ROSE:

Make that sixty and I'm docking your

allowance for two weeks.

NICK:

MOM!

ROSE:

You think this is easy for me? You go out on

the town and I get to be the bad guy. Look I

don't want you to be some punk hoodlum

delinquent but I can't do my job as a parent

if you don't do your job as a kid.

VADA:

It's not his fault!

NICK:

No...it was me. And I'm sorry mom, really,

ju...just tell me what to do, I'll do

anything.

ROSE:

Go to your room.

(to Vada)

And you...I don't suppose your father gave

you permission to pierce your ears, did he?

VADA:

Not exactly.

ROSE:

Well just don't shave your legs...he'll never

let you visit us again if I send you home

hairless and full of holes.

Phil moves his hand up to cover his smile as he tries

desperately not to laugh

GARAGE DAY, DR HELBURN DRIVES IN

SAM:

Good morning.

ROSE:

Well maybe for you.

SAM:

Something wrong?

ROSE:

Well let's just say you're lucky you deal

with children who are under anesthesia.

SAM:

Well, even without anesthesia I always tell

my patients to...eh... to relax.

Look...eh...isn't it time for your coffee

break or something? There must be some place

we can go...talk?

ROSE:

Oh no, I, I...eh...I couldn't.

SAM:

You couldn't?

ROSE:

Well I'm sort of involved.

SAM:

Sort of?

ROSE:

Let's just say I...eh...I'm involved.

SAM:

Where I come from, involvement...generally

calls for a substantial piece of jewelry.

ROSE:

Oh, well, I don't wear a lot of jewelry.

SAM:

All right, so you don't like jewelry

but...eh...you do like...eh...good music.

Liszt, one of my favorites.

ROSE:

Lizt was my parents' favorite, they were

Hungarian.

SAM:

Hungarian. Famous for their beautiful

music...and beautiful women.

Phil approaches, looking annoyed

PHIL:

Doctor Helburn, what a surprise. In the last

couple of days we've changed your oil,

realigned your brakes, balanced and rotated

your tires, aligned your front end, and

flushed out your entire cooling system, I

really didn't expect to be seeing you for

another three thousand miles.

SAM:

Oh what can I say Phil, it's just that I feel

so welcome here.

ROSE:

And you are.

Phil glances at Rose

SAM:

Ahh, why don't I come in first thing in the

morning and you can check out that left

blinker for me.

ROSE:

Oh, sure okay.

SAM:

I'll see you then...I look forward to it.

Sam gets into his car and drives off

PHIL:

You really oughtta flush out that line of

bullshit he's got:

Hungarian's are famous for their beautiful

women.

ROSE:

What's wrong with a little flattery? What's

wrong with a little appreciation?

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