Only You Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1994
- 115 min
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As the movie cuts to a commercial,
LESLIE:
I'm just saying I think it would
be a good idea.
KATE:
(dubiously)
Date police...
LESLIE:
Yes. A guy who says he's gonna
call, then doesn't, ought to get
slapped with a citation, that's
all.
Faith glances at Kate. They're used to Leslie.
LESLIE:
(blowing on her
nails)
Anyway, like I said, I've given
it a lot of thought and I've
finally narrowed it down.
(beat)
A heterosexual with a job.
FAITH:
Well, I don't think it's asking
too much to want to feel it in my
head and my heart and my body and
my soul all at the same time, and
to have that feeling to be mutual.
Pass the M&Ms please.
Her friends groan. They're used to Faith. Kate hands the
candy over.
LESLIE:
Not as long as you're not hoping
to find it on planet Earth.
KATE:
Leslie's right, Faith. You've got
to start being more practical.
Do you know what the statistics
are, the marriage odds for women
your age?
FAITH:
I don't believe in statistics.
KATE:
You're an accountant for cryin'
out loud.
Faith holds out both palms, gesturing that her point has been
made.
KATE:
What about that guy you work with,
Mike what's-his-name?
FAITH:
(shaking her head)
No. He smokes.
KATE:
friend.
FAITH:
Just moved in with his girlfriend.
KATE:
(brightly)
How about that guy at the bank?
Faith pops another M&M.
FAITH:
Scientologist.
KATE:
(deflated)
Oh.
Beat.
KATE:
So, you gotta be a little flexible.
Look at your brother and me.
Larry's not perfect, neither am
I. But we work it out. We're not
unrealistic in our expectations,
and we have each other.
(setting down her
scissors)
I think you've got the Door Number
Three Syndrome.
FAITH:
Don't tell me, Oprah did a show--
LESLIE:
Yeah, I saw that. Like on Let's
Make A Deal. You've got the Amana
freezer and you can keep it, or
risk it on what's behind Door
Number Three. Which usually turns
out to be a donkey.
Faith looks at Kate.
FAITH:
I don't have an Amana freezer.
KATE:
It's a metaphor. It's women who
always think there's some unknown
out there that's going to be better
than what's in front of them. And
instead wind up with nothing.
FAITH:
Metaphorically, I still don't have
an Amana freezer.
KATE:
yourself, you'll admit you've had
appliances in your lifetime.
She knows there's probably some ugly truth to this. Luckily,
the PHONE RINGS. Faith picks it up.
FAITH:
Hello? Hi, Larry.
(beat)
Yeah, she's here. Hold on.
(turning to Kate)
It's your husband.
INT. LARRY'S KITCHEN - NIGHT
LARRY, Kate's husband, Faith's brother, is at the kitchen
table, munching the last crumbs out of a bag of potato chips
and watching television.
LARRY:
Kate, you're still there? I
thought you'd be on your way home
by now.
INT. FAITH'S KITCHEN - NIGHT
KATE:
You miss me?...
INT. LARRY'S KITCHEN - NIGHT
LARRY:
Uh, yeah. Sure.
(gazing forlornly
into the
refrigerator)
Honey, did you forget the guys are
coming over tonight?
KATE (ON PHONE)
No, why?
LARRY:
(helplessly)
Well, there's nothing here to eat.
INT. FAITH'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Over the movie, we hear yelling -- Kate's half of the fight
-- in the background. Then the SLAMMING of the receiver.
When she comes back into the room, the "Some Enchanted
Evening" number is on. Faith is mouthing the words. Kate
starts picking up her coupons.
FAITH:
Is everything okay?
KATE:
Yes.
(glancing at the
tv, annoyed)
You know all the shrinks on Donahue
say that all those love songs about
some enchanted evening are just
a cruel hoax that feeds people's
fantasies.
FAITH:
(a little
plaintive)
But somebody wrote those songs.
KATE:
So, what's your point?
FAITH:
Just that they came out of
somebody's experience is all.
KATE:
No, Faith. They came out of
somebody's imagination.
EXT. FAITH'S DOOR - NIGHT
Faith walks her friends to the door, opens it.
FAITH:
I wish you didn't have to go so
early.
KATE:
(still annoyed)
Yeah, well, Larry and his friends
are hungry.
(relenting)
And I did say I'd try to pick
something up.
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