Nurse Betty Page #3

BETTY:

... alright, I get it, no more TV.

Sorry.

No one moves, then DARLENE leads them in a huge SURPRISE!

They produce a life-size cardboard cut-out of Dr. David

Ravell, who looks dashing in his green hospital scrubs.

Betty backs up in disbelief.

BETTY (cont'd)

Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing!

Where did you ever find this?

DARLENE:

On the goddamn internet, where else?

BETTY:

You're joking...

WAITRESS #1

... nope, got him at "T.V. Hunks with

Sweet Little Asses.Com."

WAITRESS #2

Seventy-five dollars...

COOK #1

... Seventy-eight fifty.

(everyone looks at him)

8.

Well, I paid for the damn thing, I oughta

know.

WAITRESS #2

C'mon, Betty! Pose with him!

Betty laughs and puts her arm around the cardboard man. A

flash photo is taken. A cupcake with a single candle is

placed in her hands.

DARLENE:

One candle... uh-oh, you're getting up

there! Doesn't David like 'em young?

BETTY:

I'm over the hill, what can I say?

Darlene gives Betty an envelope with cash showing.

WAITRESS #1

A little something for those nursing

classes you've been wanting to take...

DARLENE:

... but keep putting off thanks to a

certain husband we won't mention...

BETTY:

Oh, guys, you didn't have to do that!

DARLENE:

So how you gonna celebrate? Del takin'

you into Wichita for a big fancy dinner?

The others laugh; they know better. So does Betty.

BETTY:

Yeah, Dairy Queen, maybe... Oh, I should

probably call him. Thanks, you guys...

COOK #1

Alright, alright, come on... I'm not

running no bed & breakfast, we got

customers. Let's go...

Smiling, Betty grabs a wall phone as the others mingle about.

7 INT. SIZEMORE MOTORS - DEL'S OFFICE - DAY 7

The trailer/office of a small-time car dealership. As the

PHONE RINGS, the CAMERA PANS across pictures of DEL SIZEMORE,

35, dressed as Napoleon, Caesar and Abe Lincoln, arms raised

in a high-energy sales pitch.

9.

The PHONE RINGS again. We see a framed certificate of

achievement from General Motors, dated 1986.

After the THIRD RING an ANSWERING MACHINE clicks on. It's

loud.

ANSWERING MACHINE

(Del's voice)

Hello there! You've reached Sizemore

Motors, home of the best selection of

used General Motors cars in the Big

Springs - Fair Oaks area. We can't come

to the phone right now 'cause we're out

making a sale, so leave us a message;

better yet, come on down and steal one 'a

these beauties right out from under us!

Coffee's always on!

BETTY (V.O.)

Hi Del, it's me. I guess you're busy.

8 INT. SIZEMORE MOTORS - TRAILER/OFFICE - DAY 8

Del's very busy. He's on the rented sofa in the trailer's

lounge, screwing his secretary, JOYCE. But as he rocks the

couch, he's listening to Betty's message.

BETTY (V.O.)

I know you want the Oldsmobile back

tonight, so... I was wondering if I could

take one of the new Buicks.

Del pulls out and lurches across the room. He reaches for

the desk phone but misses, spilling down onto the carpet. He

gathers himself and his pants up in disgust, pawing around

the desktop until he finds the phone.

BETTY (V.O.)

(CONT'D)

So, call me when you--

DEL:

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hang on a second

there, baby. Why do you need one of the

new Buicks?

BETTY (V.O.)

Oh, you're there. You sound out of

breath.

DEL:

I ran back in to get the phone.

10.

The answering machine is on, so their VOICES are BOOMING. The

phone cord is stretched across the trailer as he tries to get

back to Joyce. He motions for her to join him but she

remains where she is, fuming.

BETTY (V.O.)

I don't need one, but it's kind of a

special night, and--

DEL:

What's so special about it?

LONG PAUSE. Joyce looks at Del, incredulous. Then pissed off.

He signals to hold on.

BETTY (V.O.)

Sue Ann's taking me out and I thought it

might be fun to go in a nice car...

Joyce wriggles to a sitting position and begins to pull up

her panties. Del shoots her a look that says 'I'm not

finished yet!' They pantomime frantically back and forth

until Joyce throws him the finger and SLAMS out the door.

BETTY (V.O)

(CONT'D)

What was that?

DEL:

Nothing... it's, ahh, busy here. Look,

you don't need a LeSabre to go out with

Sue Ann. Take the blue Corsica. I'll

see you when I get home.

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