Sugar and Spice Page #3
JACK'S POV
Outside the gym doors.
LISA (V.O.) (CONT'D)
And finally, the football team was
introduced.
PRINCIPAL SMITH (O.S.)
Transferring from Truman High, the new
star quarter back of our mighty Fightin'
Logs!
THUNDEROUS APPLAUSE!
LISA (V.O.)
That's when Jack and Diane met. Nobody
saw it coming...
CAMERA TURNS, PLAYERS head-butt and high-five CAMERA/Jack as
he starts through the door - looking around gym. SLOW MOTION
FREEZE-FRAME as the SPOTLIGHT HITS CAMERA/Jack.
LISA (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Especially not Jack...
SOUND DISTORTS. It's LOUD and CONFUSING. THROUGH IT, we see
the A-squad running and doing back flips toward CAMERA/Jack.
As the squad nears CAMERA/Jack, SUDDENLY Diane's Ked-clad
foot comes INTO FRAME and SMASHES INTO CAMERA/Jack.
DIP TO BLACK:
LISA (V.O.) (CONT'D)
He fell for her hard.
IRIS OPEN. DIANE hovers over CAMERA/Jack, apologizing,
looking angelic. A-squad surrounds her. Suddenly a frantic
mascot breaks through, tips his log head back - IT'S BRUCE
(from try-outs) - mouthing "NOOOOOO!" He pulls CAMERA/Jack
UP.
ANGLE ON:
Mascot/Bruce as he drags his prize quarterback out of the
gym. Jack and Diane's eyes never separate.
LISA (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Jack was fine - oh man, was he fine. It
was like he was a bar of chocolate and
the whole school was on the rag -
everyone wanted a piece of him...
CLOSE ON:
Diane's mouth.
DIANE:
Jack Bartlett... Jack Bart-lett... Jack
Bar-t-lett.
She continues as we PULL BACK to REVEAL we're:
INT. DIANE'S BATHROOM - THAT NIGHT
It's an early 80's dream. The squad sits on their sleeping
bags, in a circle, on the floor. They're painting nails,
giving henna tattoos, streaking hair, etc. Hannah has a
OUIJA BOARD in front of her, hands resting on the "MESSAGE
INDICATOR." Diane has her eyes closed.
DIANE:
... Ja-ck B-ar-t-le-tt... Is Jack
Bartlett interested in me?
HANNAH:
(nervous)
I-I'm sorry - can someone else please
run the Ouija board? It's creepy, it's
wrong and it goes against the teachings
of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
KANSAS:
Hannah, in order to get real answers
from the netherworld, you've gotta have
a Christian virgin run the board. Your
kind is pure of heart - the devil won't
dick with you.
HANNAH:
(looking down)
Well technically, I don't think I'm a
virgin anymore.
Squad REACTS!
HANNAH (CONT'D)
Yeah. This summer at church camp? I'm
pretty sure I had, y'know, an orgasm.
KANSAS:
Hold up, hold up. Any sentence that
starts with "at church camp" ain't
leading to the big "O."
CLEO:
That's not true. Those pictures of
Christ - all sweaty and bare-chested on
the cross - always kinda made me hot.
Squad just stares at her.
KANSAS:
Anyway, last time I checked, you still
had to have sex to have an orgasm. And
I know she ain't seen the lord on all
fours - so I'm just saying.
DIANE:
Well, I want to know what happened --
HANNAH:
Okay, one night, around sunset, I went
horseback riding with the nuns. They
went every night. And, well, we're
trotting pretty hard, y'know? The hard
leather saddle, pounding between my
legs...
CLEO:
I just got a little squishy...
HANNAH:
All of a sudden, I feel... I feel... I
feel just super alive...
(whispering)
"down there." I swear I thought it was
the second coming.
KANSAS:
Nope. Sounds more like the first.
DIANE:
(taking the hand-piece)
I'll just ask the question myself... "Is
Jack Bartlett interested in me?"
As the hand-piece starts to move on the board, we:
INT. JACK'S SPLIT-LEVEL - GARAGE - MORNING
Jack (with a red Ked print on his cheek) stands with THREE
FOOTBALL PLAYERS looking under the hood of his '75 GTO.
They've all got one hand in back pocket, the other wrapped
around a beer.
FOOTBALL PLAYER #1
You do the bondo yourself?
JACK:
Yeah.
FOOTBALL PLAYER #2
Sure-is-sweet.
FOOTBALL PLAYER #1
What'll she do?
JACK:
Never opened her up.
FOOTBALL PLAYER #2
S-weet.
JACK:
Who was the girl who kicked me in the
head yesterday?
FOOTBALL PLAYER #1
Diane Weston.
FOOTBALL PLAYER #2
Now she sure is sweet.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. LINCOLN HIGH - AUDITORIUM - DAY
SIGN hangs above the stage. "HOMECOMING KING AND QUEEN
CANDIDATES." A row of STUDENT CANDIDATES, including Jack,
Diane and Lisa, sit behind a BUTCH GIRL at the podium.
LISA (V.O.)
Look, I'll be honest with you. Most of
us realized we didn't have a whore's
chance in heaven with Jack the day of
candidate speeches.
As the Butch Girl concludes her speech, she holds a sign over
her head which reads, "4-H - A WAY OF LIFE!"
INT. SCHOOL AUDITORIUM - LATER
A GEEKY GUY stands at the podium.
GEEKY GUY:
As the A.V. Club candidate, I think, for
the first time in fifty years, we should
say --
(nervous)
NO to a football player as king!
Two HIGH-PITCHED MALE VOICES cheer O.S.
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