Swingers Page #2

ANSWERING MACHINE

(synthesized voice)

You have to put things in perspective.

MIKE:

(unfazed by the sentient

appliance)

I know, I know.

ANSWERING MACHINE

(synthesized voice)

You've been through worse.

MIKE:

You're right. I know.

ANSWERING MACHINE

(synthesized voice)

Ever since I've known you.

MIKE:

I don't know about that.

ANSWERING MACHINE

(synthesized voice)

Moving here from New York was much more

of an adjustment than this.

MIKE:

It didn't feel that way.

ANSWERING MACHINE

(synthesized voice)

That's because it was a challenge. You

has control over you're situation. It

was hard, but you rose to it.

MIKE:

Okay. I'll think about that. Bye.

ANSWERING MACHINE

(synthesized voice)

You really should. Life, after all, is

really just a series of challenges...

MIKE:

(growing irate)

Enough. I've got to use the phone.

ANSWERING MACHINE

(synthesized voice)

Are you calling Her?

MIKE:

No. Stop, come on.

The LED goes black as the machine beeps off. Mike picks up

the phone and hits autodial.

Machine beeps off. Phone rings again, then is answered.

TRENT:

(over phone)

Hello?

MIKE:

S'up Trent?

TRENT:

Lemme get off the other line, baby.

We hear the clicks of call-waiting-hold limbo. The silence

is interrupted.

ANSWERING MACHINE

(synthesized voice over phone)

You should call your Grandmother.

MIKE:

Shuddup.

TRENT:

(returning to line)

That was Sue. We got two parties

tonight. One's for a modeling agency.

MIKE:

I don't know...

TRENT:

Listen to me, baby, there are going to be

beautiful babies there.

MIKE:

Trent, I don't feel like going out

tonight. I got sh*t to do tomorrow...

TRENT:

Listen to you. I got an audition for a

pilot at nine and I'm going. You gotta

get out with some beautiful babies. You

can't sit home thinking about her.

MIKE:

I don't know...

TRENT:

I don't know, I don't know- listen to

you. We're gonna have fun tonight. We

gotta get you out of that stuffy

apartment.

MIKE:

We're gonna spend half the night driving

around the Hills looking for this party

and then leaving cause it sucks, then

we're gonna look for this other party you

heard about. But, Trent, all the parties

and bars, they all suck. I spend half

the night trying to talk to some girl

who's eyes are darting around to see if

there's someone else she should be

talking to. And it's like I'm supposed

to be all happy cause she's wearing a

backpack. Half of them are nasty skanks

who wouldn't be sh*t if they weren't

surrounded by a bunch of drunken horny

a**holes. I'm not gonna be one of those

a**holes. It's f***ing depressing. Some

skank who isn't half the woman my

girlfriend is is gonna front me? It

makes me want to puke.

TRENT:

(beat)

You got it bad, baby. You need Vegas.

MIKE:

What are you talking about? Vegas?

TRENT:

VEGAS.

MIKE:

What Vegas?

TRENT:

We're going to Vegas.

MIKE:

When?

TRENT:

Tonight, baby.

MIKE:

You're crazy.

TRENT:

I'll pick you up in a half an hour.

MIKE:

I'm not going to Vegas.

TRENT:

Shut up- yes you are. Now listen to Tee.

We'll stop at a cash machine on the way.

A long thoughtful pause.

MIKE:

I can't lose more than a hundred.

TRENT:

Just bring your card. Half an hour.

MIKE:

Wait.

TRENT:

What?

MIKE:

What are you wearing? I mean, we should

wear suits.

TRENT:

Oh... Now Mikey wants to be a high

roller.

MIKE:

No, seriously, if you're dressed nice and

you act like you gamble a lot, they give

you free sh*t.

TRENT:

Okay Bugsy. Twenty minutes.

MIKE:

Wear a suit, I'm telling you it works.

TRENT:

Be downstairs. You're beautiful.

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