MY GIRL Page #11
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1991
- 102 min
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HARRY:
Want to what?
SHELLY:
Kiss me.
HARRY:
Yes.
SHELLY:
Good.
They then have a long kiss
SHELLY:
Good at kissing, and dancing, I'm very
optimistic.
They then kiss again, this time interrupted by the clock
cuckooing
HARRY:
I ahh, better go.
SHELLY:
It's only eight o'clock.
HARRY:
Goodnight Shelly.
SHELLY:
Goodnight.
Harry exits the camper followed by Shelly who stands at the
door
OUTSIDE CAMPER NIGHT, HARRY HAS JUST GOT OUT OF SHELLY'S
CAMPER:
SHELLY:
Well, I guess it's official we had a date,
maybe we can play bingo again sometime.
HARRY:
I'm tired of bingo, maybe we should try that
drive in of yours.
SHELLY:
Goodnight.
Harry waves
VADA'S ROOM
Vada finishes watching, and goes to bed
SUMMER WRITING CLASS DAY
MR. BIXLER
Before the class started, Ronda and Justin
wanted to lead the class in a group
meditation.
WOMAN:
Ooooh that's really cool.
JUSTIN:
Okay what we're gonna do is, send our vibes
out into the group.
Justin turns on some kind of tape deck which begins to play
weird music
RONDA:
Everybody hold hands, and close your eyes.
Relax your muscles and take deep breaths.
JUSTIN:
Now, try to feel what the other person is
feeling, without speaking any words, send out
your vibe, and receive the vibes around you at
the same time. Can you feel it?
RONDA:
Okay, open your eyes. What did everybody
feel?
GUY:
I felt Mrs. Hunsaker's strength.
OTHER GUY:
I can feel that Ronda is one with the Earth,
she's so cosmically in tune.
RONDA:
So right on, that's exactly what I sent out,
and I felt like, you were full of inner peace
and harmony.
MR. BIXLER
Vada, what did you feel.
VADA:
I felt Justin's hangnail.
JUSTIN:
No Vada, that's not what we're looking for, a
hangnail is insignificant. What's in my soul,
feel my aura.
VADA:
I don't think I'm allowed to.
JUSTIN:
I tell you what, let's try it again, hold
hands.
VADA'S THOUGHTS
Grammoo once had a hangnail on her big toe.
It got infected and traveled to her vocal
chords, it ruined her singing voice, I don't
think Grammoo thought it was insignificant.
VADA'S ROOM, VADA LYING ON BED THINKING
Vada gets out of bed and goes down corridor to see Grammoo,
she seats herself cross legged next to Grammoo on her bed
and takes her hands in an attempt to do some spiritual
healing
SUPERMARKET DAY, VADA AND HARRY ARE SHOPPING
HARRY:
Lettuce, watch out for the rust when you get
lettuce.
Suddenly Shelly appears behind them and calls out
SHELLY:
Hey, I thought I recognized you two, hi Vada.
VADA:
Hi.
HARRY:
I'm just picking some things up for the
barbecue.
SHELLY:
Yeah, me too, mind if I tag along?
HARRY:
Not at all. Lot of potatoes!
SHELLY:
It's for Shelly's famous potato salad.
HARRY:
I'm looking forward to that.
Vada, who is pushing the shopping trolley behind Harry and
Shelly, obviously does not like the idea of Harry & Shelly,
and she rams her cart into Harry
HARRY:
HEY, OUCH, damn it!! Vada, watch what you're
doing.
VADA:
Sorry.
SHELLY:
You know this is gonna be my first 4th of
July picnic in a long time.
HARRY:
Really?
VADA:
(picking up large can of
prunes)
Dad, didn't you say you needed prunes REAL
bad?
HARRY:
Ahh, Vada, just put anything you want in the
cart, anything at all.
(to Shelly)
I don't know what's gotten into her today.
Vada begins to throw cans of every description from the
shelf into the shopping trolley at regular intervals, not
giving a stuff what they contain
VADA'S THOUGHTS
I used to like to play with my Ken and Barbie
dolls, Ken was my favorite. Then one Christmas
I got them a camper, and all they wanted to do
was hang out in it by themselves. So I wasn't
too upset when they took that wrong turn and
went over a cliff.
CLOSE UP OF AMERICAN FLAG DAY, HARRY - PLAYING TUBA,
SHELLY, PHIL & VADA SINGING "STAR SPANGLED BANNER" AND
GRAMMOO STANDING NEXT TO THEM WATCHING
MUSTANG PULLS UP NEXT TO SHELLY'S CAMPER, IT STOPS AND TWO
MEN GET OUT:
HARRY COOKING MEAT PATTIES ON BARBECUE, WHICH ARE BEGINNING
TO LOOK CHARRED, PHIL IS STANDING NEXT TO HIM
PHIL:
Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry, I told you to
use fewer briquettes and now look what you've
done. You've cremated them.
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