The Breakfast Club Page #9

Claire laughs.

CLAIRE:

Why didn't you want me to know you

were a virgin?

BRIAN:

Because it's personal business, it's

my personal, private business.

BENDER:

Well Brian, it doesn't sound like

you're doing any business...

CLAIRE:

I think it's okay for a guy to be a

virgin...

Bender looks suprised.

BRIAN:

You do?

Claire smiles and nods.

CUT TO:

18. INT. LIBRARY - DAY

Later.

Everybody has lunches now.

Claire begins to take hers out of a small shopping bag.

BENDER:

What's in there?

CLAIRE:

Guess, where's your lunch?

BENDER:

You're wearing it...

CLAIRE:

You're nauseating...

Bender grabs a Coke and tosses it over to Allison who

catches it without even looking up.

Bender then watches Claire set up a sushi platter.

BENDER:

What's that?

CLAIRE:

Sushi...

BENDER:

Sushi?

CLAIRE:

Rice, uh, raw fish and seaweed.

BENDER:

You won't accept a guys tongue in

your mouth and you're gonna eat

that?

CLAIRE:

Can I eat?

BENDER:

I don't know...give it a try...

We now watch Andrew take a couple sandwiches out of his

bag, a bag of potato chips, an apple, a banana, a bag

of cookies and a carton of milk.

Allison opens her Coke and it fizzes over. She loudly

slurps it up off the table and her fingers.

Andrew sees Bender looking at him.

ANDREW:

What's your problem?

Allison opens her sandwich and and tosses the meat up.

It lands on the sculpture above.

She opens some pixie stix and pours the sugar on the

sandwich and then puts Cap'n Crunch on top of that.

She crushes the sandwich together and loudly eats it.

Bender goes over and sits by Brian, Bender takes

Brian's bag lunch.

BENDER:

What're we having?

BRIAN:

Uh, it's your standard, regular

lunch I guess...

Bender reaches in the bag and pulls out a thermos. He

sets it on the table and points at it.

BENDER:

Milk?

BRIAN:

Soup.

Bender goes in again and pulls out a juice box.

Brian reaches toward the bag and Bender slaps his hand.

BRIAN:

That's apple juice...

BENDER:

I can read! PB & J with the crusts

cut off...Well Brian, this is a

very nutritous lunch, all the food

groups are represented. Did your

mom marry Mr. Rogers?

BRIAN:

Uh, no, Mr. Johnson...

BENDER:

Ahhh....

Andrew and Claire smile at each other. Bender stands.

BENDER:

Here's my impression of life at big

Bri's house...

(in a loud and friendly voice)

Son!

(in a kiddie voice)

Yeah Dad?

(loud)

How's your day, pal?

(kiddie)

Great Dad, how's yours?

(loud)

Super, say son, how'd you like to go

fishing this weekend?

(kiddie)

Great Dad, but I've got homework to

do!

(loud)

That's alright son, you can do it,

on the boat!

(kiddie)

Geee!!!

(loud)

Dear, isn't our son swell?

(quiet and motherly)

Yes Dear, isn't life swell?

Bender mimes mother kissing father and then father

kissing mother and then father punching mother in the

face.

Suddenly it's not so funny anymore.

ANDREW:

Alright, what about your family?

BENDER:

Oh, mine?

ANDREW:

That's real easy!

Bender stands again and points forward.

BENDER:

(as his father)

Stupid, worthless, no good, God

damned, freeloading, son of a b*tch,

retarded, bigmouth, know it all,

a**hole, jerk!

(as his mother)

You forgot ugly, lazy and

disrespectful.

Bender slams his hand back to slap his invisable

mother.

BENDER:

(as his father)

Shut up b*tch! Go fix me a turkey

pot pie!

(as himself)

What about you Dad?

(as his father)

F*** you!

(as himself)

No, Dad, what about you?

(as his father)

F*** you!

(as himself--yelling)

No, Dad, what about you?

(as his father--yelling)

F*** you!

He reaches out and pretend he's his father hitting him.

BRIAN:

Is that for real?

BENDER:

(to Brian)

You wanna come over sometime?

ANDREW:

That's bullshit. It's all part of

your image, I don't believe a word

of it.

Bender actually looks hurt.

BENDER:

You don't believe me?

ANDREW:

No...

BENDER:

No?

ANDREW:

Did I stutter?

Bender comes over to Andrew and rolls up his right

sleeve to reveal a circular shaped burn.

BENDER:

Do you believe this? Huh? It's

about the size of a cigar...Do I

stutter? You see, this is what you

get in my house when you spill paint

in the garage.

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