Sticky Notes Page #5

there - help me up!

Oh- Oh God-

Oh God- - Oh, okay- -

Just go-

-No, no, no!

We can not do.

-But these are his

favorite pants.

Jack Morehead.

He said that you know him.

That you'd take care of it.

-Very bad.

Not clean.

Very bad.

Must throw away.

-He sent me here to-

-Poopy ca-ca, no!

It will go all over

other customer clothing.

I'm not throwing them away.

They're my favorite pair.

-You have a closet full of at

least fourteen identical pairs.

-I like those.

Those are the favorite ones.

-What- I don't know

what to tell you.

- Wash them by hand.

- Excuse me?

It's just a little sh*t, Athena.

-No, it's a lot of sh*t actually

And, wait a minute, forgive me

for not wanting my father's poop

stench on my hands all week.

-Do you know

how many times I had your

poop stench on my hands?

-Oh, okay - oh my God,

what - when I was a baby?

All the time!

For years on end.

-This is slightly different.

-You know what?

You're such a f***ing princess.

I raised you better than this.

-Hi.

What do you need?

-It's two thirty...

I don't see, taste

or smell my lunch.

-Does this mean your

mouth is better now?

-I expect it at three o'clock.

Goodbye.

-Yes, Boss.

-Where are they?

Where are they?

I know that they are

somewhere in here.

-Stop!

Leave them alone!

I know you took the last

pack from the freezer.

- Did not!

- Did too.

Don't lie to me!

- Did not!

- You did too.

Do not lie to me!

Okay?

-You came!

-Of course.

You called and begged.

-Oh please, I didn't beg.

-I know, I'm sorry.

You just butt-dialed

me and casually asked.

-What you doing?

Oh my god, okay?

You wanna do that?

-Okay, that's happening.

I don't know what's

happening-- whatever that is.

- Let's go.

- Okay.

- How was your flight?

- It was long.

It was long but I'm

very happy to be here.

-Yeah.

Haven't had much time--

after you, my darling.

-Thank you very much.

-I haven't had much time

to clean up so don't

judge me please.

-Well, no judgment.

-You've been here before so

just make yourself at home...

VOICEMAIL]

-I'm sorry.

If you come back, I promise

it will be different.

I promise, Athena.

I'll get a nurse.

I'll be nice.

Whatever you say-

-I quit smoking.

Finito--

-Honey Bunny,

goddess of wisdom...

I can't die alone.

- Focus!

Come on, Athena!

God damn it, if you're gonna

be this distracted now what

am I going to expect

during rehearsals?

Let's go!

Lift it up.

Whoever's phone it is ringing,

please turn if off - now!

-People, please, keep your

personal belongings

in your lockers.

Thank you.

-I have made you some

delicious oatmeal.

Come on, Daddy.

I'm back!

It is hot, it might

burn your tongue.

Daddy, I'm here.

Jack?

Jack...

Jack...

-Excuse me Miss?

Is this your--

-He's my father.

- Do you have power of attorney?

- Yes.

-Do you want us to start his

heart if it stops beating?

-Excuse me?

-Right now, your father

is hooked up to a machine

that is breathing for him.

His heart is still beating on

its own but it will stop soon.

And when it stops, do you

want us to restart it for him?

-Yes.

-We have to crack ribs and press

on his chest with all of our

might to restart the heart.

-Crack his ribs then.

- No, you don't

understand-

- No. You don't understand.

-If his heart stops,

crack his ribs.

-Fine.

-As you can see in the brochure

we have a large selection.

You were his daughter?

-I am his daughter.

-Yes, right.

What I meant to ask

is he had no spouse?

-Nope.

No, never married.

-What about your mother?

-What about my mother?

-Well- where is she?

-I like to think she took the

Thelma and Louise route and her

spirit is just floating

somewhere over the Grand Canyon.

-No older siblings?

No other legal guardian to

help you with all of this?

-I'm my legal guardian.

-That one.

Could I tell them

that he took a job selling

scrap metal instead

of following his dreams of

playing jazz saxophone?

Could I tell them that he

didn't fight for his life...

didn't take it seriously...

didn't think about how his

dying would affect

those he left behind?

How about how he's handicapped

me in virtually every

relationship I attempt with

a member of the opposite sex?

Was I allowed to

tell them the truth?

"Romance is mush,

stifling those who strive,

I'll live a lush

life in some small dive.

Whoever feels it deepest wins.

Remember the Alamo.

Please put all wet food

in the garbage disposal.

I am sensitive to the

smell of rotting food.

Don't let the same

dog bite you twice."

-Nice sunnies.

-Oh, you want them?

I don't know what to

do with all this sh*t.

-You should keep them.

-Yeah?

Maybe you can tell me everything

I should keep and what I'm

allowed to throw out.

-'Theens, I can't.

Please.

-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry, too.

You should come over for

dinner before you go...

Nat'll like that.

-Yeah. Sure.

-We're always here for you...

all three of us.

-I suppose you think I'm a

massive b*tch for not returning

any of your calls or texts.

-I can take a hint.

-There's no hint.

I had to go back to Florida.

-Is your dad okay?

Sh*t, I'm sorry.

-What are you doing this Friday?

-You know, hanging

out with my boys.

Go clubbing.

- Go clubbing?

- Yeah.

What about you?

-Coming over to your place?

- Oh really?

- Uh-huh.

-I won't hold my breath.

-No, I'm being serious.

How's eight?

-Uh...

I'll have to check with my boys.

-Of course.

- But eight probably works.

- Yeah?

Okay, well text me your address.

I'll do that right now.

I mean, after

I finish my-

Yeah, I'm up to like

four miles- I got it.

-What's this?

-Bond marathon.

-Hey, how do I look?

-Like a slut.

-Fine- I'm going to be back

in two hours tops, okay?

-Alright my lady, have a seat.

-Bryan, this isn't necessary.

-I know it's not necessary, but

when was the last time someone

made you a home-cooked meal?

Now I was not sure if you ate

meat or not because, you know,

all you actresses are vegan.

-I'm not an actress.

-I know.

Joking.

-She looks like you.

Your mom.

-I think the baldness really

exaggerates the similarities.

Careful, I only have

three more bottles.

So, uh- are you ever

going to tell me what you

really do for work?

-I am a stripper.

-Do you mind if we eat first?

Look, Athena, I know how hard

a time this must be for you.

-No, you don't.

-Yes, I do.

-No, just because your mom died

of cancer you think that you and

I are the same somehow.

Is that it?

- What?

- The photo.

Alright, you're not exactly

hiding the fact

that she had Chemo.

-My mom didn't have Chemo.

I did.

My family shaved their heads

when I started losing my hair.

You're not the only one in

the world whose been

affected by this sh*t.

-Listen, I'm not--

I'm not good at this.

-What's that?

Eating or talking?

-This, alright.

All this.

-Look, Athena.

I'm just trying to

get to know you.

-I should go.

- No, come on.

- I should go.

-No, no, no.

come on, that's a

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes