The Diary of a Teenage Girl Page #6

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MINNIE:

Honestly, I feel like my mom is

just worried that I don’t have a

boyfriend. I mean, I don’t think

she wants me to get pregnant like

she did when she was my age, but...

KIMMIE:

(sort of listening)

Yeah.

MINNIE:

Obviously I can’t tell her about...

you know. What am I going to say?

“Mom, I’m sleeping with your

boyfriend”?

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43 INT. MINNIE’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS 43

Minnie stares at Charlotte intently. They are still eating

sandwiches.

CHARLOTTE:

I don’t know what your problem is,

Minnie. I would think you would be

more into boys. Even Gretel has a

boyfriend.

(MORE)

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CHARLOTTE (CONT'D)

I mean he’s just that little short

Italian boy from her class but

still. Don’t you like anybody? You

can tell me.

There is a long pause. Minnie wants to tell her mom more than

anything. Instead, she shoves a big bite of her sandwich into

her mouth.

CHARLOTTE (CONT’D)

God, when I was in high school, the

boys were all over me...

MINNIE:

Like... my dad?

Charlotte is surprised Minnie is bringing him up, but goes

with the memory.

CHARLOTTE:

Oh, yeah. Your dad and I were crazy

about each other. He wasn’t so

messed up back then. Hadn’t ever

even smoked pot. He was just a

wannabe artist with a f***-theworld

attitude. And he rode a

Triumph Blackbird. Have I ever told

you about that? F***, that was

fantastic!

Minnie doesn’t dare move.

CHARLOTTE (CONT’D)

My parents hated him. It was so

hot. I knew I could call him any

time day or night and he would ride

that beautiful machine over to my

house and rescue me. And I’d hold

onto his waist, and scream!

God, that boy...

Charlotte lets out a languished sigh, gets up and starts

clearing the dishes. She shakes away the memory.

CHARLOTTE (CONT’D)

You know, you aren’t always going

to have that body, Min. I know it’s

not exactly feminist to say, but I

think you’d be happier if you put

yourself out there a bit -a

little make-up, a skirt every once

in a while, jesus. Get a little

attention. You have a kind of

power, you just don’t know it yet.

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Minnie stares at her mom’s butt as she scrapes their plates

into the trash. This resonates with Minnie.

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44 EXT. BIG ROCK PARK - CONTINUOUS 44

On the rock.

MINNIE:

Maybe I’ll tell her when we’re both

old and grey, and Monroe is cold in

his grave, ya know?

KIMMIE:

(totally distracted)

Do you think I should start ironing

my hair straight? Or do you think

it’s kinda classic like this?

Minnie looks at her, stunned.

MINNIE (V.O.)

I have no one to talk to!

45 INT - COMIC BOOK STORE - DAY 45

Minnie looks through the comic books listlessly.

MINNIE (V.O.)

...Maybe I should just ignore

everything. But I like sex. I want

to get laid right now. I really

like getting f***ed. Does everyone

think about f***ing as much as I

do?

She sees a nerdy boy looking at comic books and imagines his

penis, animated and wagging, on top of his pants.

MINNIE:

...Am I a sexed-up freak or

something?

Minnie hears a commotion coming from the back of the store.

ALINE KOMINSKY, a bad-ass comic book artist, is doing a

signing. A group of comic book fans are lined up, enthralled.

Minnie peeks over the crowd and gets a glimpse of Aline- just

about the coolest woman she’s ever seen - she’s in awe.

Minnie approaches the OLD HIPPIE behind the register, balding

with a ponytail and a beard. He notices Minnie staring.

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OLD HIPPIE:

Aline Kominsky - “The Bunch”. She’s

good sh*t, man.

He hands her “Twisted Sisters”, a comic book with a woman

sitting on the toilet on the cover. The woman turns to Minnie

and winks. Minnie smiles to herself. This is something!

BEGIN IMAGINING:

46 INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY 46

Minnie sits drawing in a booth, Aline Kominsky’s comic book

open in front of her. She traces one of Aline’s drawings.

MINNIE (V.O.)

I’ve decided Aline Kominsky is my

favorite cartoonist.

Minnie imagines an animated version of ALINE KOMINSKY,

beautiful and rough with a big ass, working intently at a

drawing table. Minnie watches her.

MINNIE (V.O.)

She must be beautiful and work all

the time, at a little drawing

table, with R. Crumb nearby at his

drawing table.

A COMIC R. CRUMB, as he draws himself, works nearby.

MINNIE (V.O.)

Everyone thinks he’s the brilliant

one but I bet she gives him all of

his ideas. And they talk about

their pens and other equipment.

The comic figures mingle with each other, laughing and

looking at their artwork. Aline sparkles.

47 INT. MINNIE’S HOUSE - THE LIVING ROOM - EVENING 47

Minnie enters - the house has been tidied. A colorful afghan

is folded neatly and slung over the couch. There is music

playing on the record player, and the table is set for two

with a table cloth and candles. Minnie hears her mom loudly

crying from the kitchen. She shoots Gretel a look, who

shrugs, a little scared, and goes back to her book. Minnie

motions for Gretel to go to her. Gretel shakes her head like

“hell no!”. Minnie tip-toes to the doorway and watches her

mom, dressed in a skirt and heels, sitting on a stool in the

kitchen, head in her hands, sobbing loudly.

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Some peas boil over on the stove. Minnie doesn’t move, she

just watches, out of sight, terrified and guilty.

48 INT. MINNIE’S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS 48

Minnie rushes into her room, kicking her chair and stuff as

she goes.

MINNIE (V.O.)

I feel like all of Monroe’s excuses

not to come over here are excuses

not to see me. But my mom thinks

it’s about her.

Minnie pulls out a piece of paper and starts scribbling.

MINNIE (V.O.)

Dear Monroe. I know you think I’m

fat. But I don’t care because I

know that black guys the world

over...

49 EXT. MONROE’S CAR - IN FRONT OF HIS HOUSE - EVENING 49

Monroe arrives at his car and finds the note pinned under his

windshield wiper. He reads.

MINNIE (V.O.)

...and also Italian construction

workers and wetbacks and old men

and also some lesbians like fat

girls even if you don't, so there.

Love, Little Minnie.

Monroe rolls his eyes, and crumples the letter. He shoves it

in his pocket.

50 INT. MINNIE’S HOUSE - BEDROOM - A DIFFERENT DAY 50

The phone rings and Minnie leaps for it.

MINNIE:

(into phone)

Hello?

PASCAL’S VOICE

Minnie.

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MINNIE:

(disappointed, into phone)

Pascal.

PASCAL’S VOICE

Don’t sound so excited.

MINNIE:

(into phone)

Sorry.

PASCAL’S VOICE

Did you get your biology test back?

MINNIE:

B-minus.

PASCAL’S VOICE

Not bad.

MINNIE:

How’s New York?

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51 INT. PASCAL’S HOUSE - EVENING 51

Pascal, a professorial man, sits at a small but pretentious

desk in his study in New York.

PASCAL:

(into phone)

Stimulating. Intellectually and

otherwise. You would love it here.

The libraries alone elevate it far

above San Francisco.

MINNIE’S VOICE

Sounds cool.

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