Pretty Woman Page #9

VIVIAN:

Well... I might be going out to

dinner.

BRIDGET:

You'll want a cocktail dress

then. Turn. You have a beautiful

figure. A little too out in the

open but simply lovely. Size six?

Do you need shoes?

VIVIAN:

I dunno. Do thigh high, leather

boots go with a cocktail dress?

BRIDGET:

(calling out)

Philip! We'll need shoes!

Bridget leads Vivian towards the racks of clothes. She pulls

out a dress.

BRIDGET:

Your uncle will like this.

VIVIAN:

He's not really my uncle.

BRIDGET:

They never are, dear.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - LATE AFTERNOON

Mr. Thomas is behind the desk. He looks up. Vivian is standing

there, a happy look on her face. She holds up a garment bag.

VIVIAN:

I got a dress.

MR. THOMAS

(dryly)

I rather hoped you'd be wearing

it.

VIVIAN:

I didn't want to get it messed.

I got shoes too. Wanna see?

MR. THOMAS

That's all right. I'm sure

they're quite lovely.

VIVIAN:

They were real nice to me there.

They treated me, y'know... nice.

Thanks, Barney.

Mr. Thomas tries not to wince at the familiarity.

MR. THOMAS

You're very welcome, Miss Vivian.

She smiles at him. He watches as Vivian turns and walks toward

the elevator. The provocative way her hips move just naturally

attracts the attention of a MALE PASSERBY. And the white gloved

ELEVATOR MAN literally leaps to press the elevator button for

Vivian who rewards him with a happy smile. Mr. Thomas sighs.

INT. PENTHOUSE - LATE AFTERNOON

The phone is ringing Vivian enters. She hurries to pick it up.

VIVIAN:

Hello?

The phone keeps ringing -- it has more than one line. Vivian

frantically punches buttons.

VIVIAN (cont'd)

Hello? What? Hello?

INT. STUCKEY'S OFFICE - LATE AFTERNOON - INTERCUT

Edward is in a private office.

EDWARD:

Never answer the phone. Ever.

VIVIAN:

Tsk, believe me, this will be the

last time.

EDWARD:

Did you buy some clothes?

VIVIAN:

I got a dress, yeah.

EDWARD:

Just one? Christ... I hope it's

appropriate.

VIVIAN:

It's very tasteful. I think

you'll especially like the zipper

in the crotch.

(silence)

I'm -- joking.

EDWARD:

Let's hope so. You'll get some

more clothes tomorrow. I'll be

pushed for time so meet me in the

hotel lobby at seven forty-five

sharp. Got it?

VIVIAN:

No, I don't "got it". Even the

farmboys back in Georgia come to

the door when they're taking you

on a date.

EDWARD:

This isn't a date.

VIVIAN:

Go by yourself then. Where you

taking me anyway?

EDWARD:

The Rex.

VIVIAN:

Any good?

EDWARD:

I think you'll approve.

VIVIAN:

... all right. I'll meet you in

the lobby. But only cause you're

paying me to.

EDWARD:

Thank you very much.

Vivian slowly sets the phone down. The phone rings again.

Vivian, very carefully, punches the flashing button and picks

it up.

VIVIAN:

Hello?

EDWARD:

I thought I told you not to answer

the phone.

VIVIAN:

Oooh!

Edward hangs up. He smiles to himself.

Vivian bites her fingernails, looking nervous. The doorbell

RINGS. Vivian looks up, startled. She rises, moves to answer

it.

It's the Spanish MAID. She nods politely at Vivian.

MAID:

Housekeeping. I come to turn

down the bed. 5:00, I turn down

the bed.

VIVIAN:

What?

The Maid points to her hotel badge, trying to explain.

MAID:

Housekeeping. I come to turn

down the bed.

VIVIAN:

Okay.

The Maid enters.

VIVIAN:

Is there a trick to it?

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM - LATE AFTERNOON

The Maid turns down the bedspread.

VIVIAN:

Is that all? You just fold back

the bedspread?

MAID:

I also place las chocolates on

the pillow.

VIVIAN:

Oooh, I love those.

MAID:

I leave extras, miss.

VIVIAN:

Thanks! Consuelo, are all rich

people so lazy they can't do this

on their own?

Consuelo shrugs.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - LATE AFTERNOON

Mr. Thomas is still behind the desk, working when a soft voice

startles him.

VIVIAN:

Barney.

He looks up. He sighs. Vivian still hasn't changed.

MR. THOMAS

What is it, Miss Vivian?

VIVIAN:

Edward is taking me to some fancy

place for dinner. The Rex. Ever

been there?

MR. THOMAS

It's a bit beyond my... range,

shall we say.

VIVIAN:

Yeah, mine too. Is it like,

y'know, normal?

MR. THOMAS

I think you'll find it normal

enough.

VIVIAN:

Will I like it?

MR. THOMAS

You'll like it fine.

VIVIAN:

Okay. Thanks, Barney. You're

the best.

She turns away.

MR. THOMAS

Just mind which fork you use.

Vivian turns abruptly back, a horrified look on her face.

VIVIAN:

Fork?

INT. HOTEL DINING ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON

CLOSE ANGLE - PLACESETTING

An elegant formal placesetting complete with a myriad of

different size forks, spoons, stacked china plates and crystal

glassware.

ANGLE ON MR. THOMAS AND VIVIAN

sit across from one another at a fully set table.

MR. THOMAS

In fifteen minutes I can teach

you everything you need to know

to dine with the Queen. First,

as you pick up the knife you shift

your fork to the left hand.

VIVIAN:

But I always eat like this.

MR. THOMAS

Either you're European or badly

brought up.

VIVIAN:

Hmmm... I vonder vich.

(giggles)

MR. THOMAS

Actually, some of the richest

people I know have the worst

manners. Of course, Mr. Harris,

being of old money, knows his way

around a table. All right now,

pay attention please. Salad fork.

VIVIAN:

What if they serve soup?

MR. THOMAS

They will serve salad.

VIVIAN:

But what if they serve soup?

MR. THOMAS

Then you use your soup spoon.

VIVIAN:

(smiles)

I like steak.

MR. THOMAS

(picking up the

appropriate utensil)

Then you would use your--

VIVIAN:

Steak spoon!

(laughs)

Mr. Thomas swallows his exasperation.

WE PULL BACK from their table to reveal the cavernous, empty

banquets room, each table is set and ready for the dinner

service.

MR. THOMAS

Miss Vivian --

VIVIAN:

Maybe I'll just order a burger,

Barney, that way I can eat with

my hands.

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