Temps Page #5
I mean, how can you sit there
celebrating two morons
who are just gonna be divorced
in five years.
And you don't
just invite yourself
to meet somebody's dad,
by the way.
If I wanted you
to meet that a**hole,
I would have invited you.
I would have... I would have
invited you to meet him.
That's personal, okay?
- I'm sorry.
I didn't even realize
that you felt that way.
- And what the f***
are you sending me
a relationship request for?
Guess what, Steph,
does not give two shits
if we are in a relationship
or complicated
or... or whatever.
And I'm sorry if I refuse
to take what we have
and shout it to cyberspace
so people can like it
or comment on it
whenever we put up
a photo of ourselves!
And then when we
inevitably break up,
have those exact same people
like that status.
You just over-step...
A lot, and I think
you should work on that.
-Excuse me?!
-I'm saying this because I care.
- What do we have, Jefferson?
What do we have?
- W... we have this.
We have us.
Christ, what do you want, Steph?
I feel like I've been expressly
clear about what I want,
and you're the one
who's gone changing the deal.
-That's life!
Things grow and change
and evolve!
Relationships grow
and change and evolve.
I can't do this anymore.
I don't want
to be just a f*** buddy.
- F*** buddy?
We're not even f***ing.
You're leaving, remember?
-Oh, I am so done with this.
And you know what?
It might shock you,
but I'm actually looking for
something way more than a label.
I'm looking for
a f***ing partner in crime.
- That you can just
get tired of and dump?
-I am not your ex-girlfriend!
I'm not gonna go hide
in some other man's penis!
-Tell that to Josh.
- You are
a self-fulfilling prophesy.
-Another label, thank you.
-Go after here.
Okay, don't, that's cool.
-Mmm!
This was heavenly!
-What I tell you?
Cupcakes are the panacea
for all ailments.
- Yeah, but now instead
of feeling sad, I feel guilty.
Fat.
- You'll get over it.
- What the hell's
a panacea anyway?
-It's Greek for cure-all.
-How do you know that?
- I'm Greek.
- No, you're not.
Are you?
- Half.
-Maybe he's right.
Maybe we are too young
to be thinking about the future.
We should just
live in the moment.
-No.
Spending your twenties,
like, sowing your wild oats
or finding yourself or whatever
is a bunch of malarkey.
All that leaves you is
a biological clock
ticking in tall boots,
going on eharmony dates
with men in their 40s who still
collect action figures.
- Did you just say "malarkey"?
- I'm bringing it back.
You know what we should do?
We should get dressed
and call some boys and go out.
- After this.
- Attagirl.
-5, 6, 7, 8.
One, three...
5, 6, 7, 8.
And good.
Lift up.
Stop, stop, stop.
Please, stop.
Everyone, come here a second.
- That's great, but maybe
we should save the accounting
for the apartment.
Why don't we just go
to mount hood next year?
- Please, if there's one thing
we are definitely doing
this year,
it is going to mount hood.
- Are we maybe running away
from something?
- Sometimes you have to
have something and lose it
to know why you wanted it
or needed it.
-Are you talking about beer?
'Cause I could really use
a beer.
- Well, if you consider
my movie collection a shrine...
Uh-oh.
-Uh-oh, what?
-Sh*t!
Sh*t!
Sh*t!
Sh*t!
Who's the guy she's with?
- A guy.
- That a**hole!
I bet he sells things.
-We're all selling something.
-Yep.
- That was kind of funny?
- Yeah.
-A lot of disinfectant.
-Hey, hey, hey.
Amy, good to see you.
-No.
-Oh, you must be Matt.
No, no, Jason.
Ryan?
- Okay.
- So many, I get 'em confused.
What are you doing here?
- Same thing everyone else
is doing here, I guess.
- Pretending to have a good time
in your desperate attempt
to convince ourselves we belong?
-We're having a few drinks.
What are you doing here?
- Pretending to have a good time
in a desperate attempt
to convince myself I bel...
- Have you met Blake?
- Hey, what's up, guy?
How's sales?
- Oh, pretty good.
- Oh, really,
'cause I don't see any coffee.
And we all know
that coffee is for closers.
Stupid "Glengarry Glen Ross"...
Great movie,
one of her favorites if you're
trying to get in her pants.
Hey, can I...
Can we talk privately?
- Do you mind?
- No, he's good. Come on.
- I have no idea who Matt is.
- Who's the guy?
- Just a guy.
- Just a guy, huh?
- Just a guy.
Sensitive, intelligent,
sense of humor, cute smile.
- Cute butt?
- Oh, you noticed, too?
- Oh, that thing
is impossible to miss.
That's a Pilates ass,
by the way.
I can't believe you brought
a date here to our bar.
- I just met him,
he's not a date.
And I didn't realize
this was our bar.
- You know, I remember
when I was just the guy.
-Yeah.
Sad, 'cause
now you're just an a**hole.
- You know, from the start...
From the start,
I said that if this happened
between us,
that... This would happen.
-I'm glad he's here,
'cause now I won't make
some stupid mistake with you.
- That's good.
- It's good.
- Good.
- It's good.
- What kind of stupid mistake
are you talking about?
Probably shouldn't have had
that extra beer.
- Maybe me focus on that
instead of mount hood this year.
- What? What are you
talking about right now?
-Don't be mad.
I just...
Want to spend more time
trying to find myself.
- That's what we do
on the mountain.
-Right, no, we do.
But I think I'm growing
beyond the mountain.
- Beyond the mountain?
- Plus, my parents
are hassling me
about not paying rent,
especially for
the three or four months
that I'm not even home.
-So get a sublet.
That's what people do,
they get sublets.
I'll help you, okay?
- Right.
No, I know.
Also... I want to take
some more dance classes,
and that's pretty spendy.
-Dance classes?
This ski trip
is all I've wanted all year.
It is all I've been working
these mind-numbing,
soul-sucking jobs for.
And you're just gonna take it
away from me so you can dance?!
-You can have the money.
- It's not about the money,
a**hole!
It's about the f***ing plan!
You had a plan,
and you're not sticking to it!
- How am I an a**hole
for just not doing
what you want me to do?!
- F*** you!
-Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Oh.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, f***!
Oh, yeah. Oh! Oh!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, yeah!
I want it!
- Sorry, is it too loud?
Need me to headphone it?
I'll headphone it.
-Oh, hey, man.
-Dropped your sh*t.
-Wow. Cleaning.
-I'm having a friend come visit.
- We're having a friend come?
- Uh, from Canada.
I told her she could stay here,
so...
You know, she's going to come
in just a little while.
- From Canada.
- Yep.
- You need me to leave
for a while or...
-Yeah, or...
Yeah.
-You need me to move out?
-I think.
Maybe.
Yeah.
-Oh, that's cool.
That's cool, I get it.
All right, yeah.
You've been...
Very generous...
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