Very Bad Things Page #3
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- 1998
- 100 min
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LIZ:
I just think that at some point you're
going to have to re-evaluate some of
your friendships...
FISHER:
Who else?
LIZ:
Charles Moore for instants.
FISHER:
You don't like Moore? Since when?
LIZ:
It's not that I don't like him. But
the wedding has really got me thinking
and... I just keep myself opening
up. Growning. And I want you keeping
up with me here.
FISHER:
What does Moore have to do with your
growing?
LIZ:
I just don't see him in the big
picture.
FISHER:
I've known him since Cub Scouts.
LIZ:
He's weird.
FISHER:
He's quiet.
LIZ:
He's weird.
Late twenties, a chef in a very upscale, very busy KITCHEN.
His name, "Moore," is embroidered on his white chef's jacket.
Food orders fly all around as Moore works with a mesmerizing
focus, a poetic sense of purpose, fifteen things going on at
once; he chops, sautes, braises, etc..., in a perfect mute
silence.
FISHER:
He just doesn't talk a lot.
LIZ:
Why? What's his problem?
FISHER:
He's a great chef.
LIZ:
He's weird. And I expect more from
you.
FISHER:
You expect more what?
LIZ:
You're going to be hungover for three
days. Like those guys on "Oprah"
that get drunk and have disgusting
sex with prostitutes and then say
their vows with the stench of cheap
hotel whore sex all over them.
FISHER:
Time out.
LIZ:
It's vile!
People are staring.
FISHER:
That's absurd.
LIZ:
I've seen it on television.
FISHER:
I'm not going to marry you with the
smell of prostitutes on my body.
LIZ:
(starts to cry)
I am not common Keith. I am not
common. I am a creature like no other
and I will not be commoned! Is that
to much to ask?
(screaming)
Is that to much to ask!?!
FISHER:
You will not be common!!!
Finally, at the head of the line, Liz steps up to the clerk.
LIZ:
Marriage license please.
EXT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING
Fisher and Liz emerge, start for the parking lot. Liz stops
to look at Fisher, her eyes well with tears, vulnerable and
apologetic.
LIZ:
Do you love me?
FISHER:
Of course.
LIZ:
How much?
FISHER:
With all my heart.
LIZ:
(vulnerable)
Kiss me...?
FISHER takes her into his arms, pulls her to him, kisses her
hard, for all it's worth.
INT. A LARGE MONEY MANAGEMENT FIRM
Desk after desk after desk of identical men, seemingly
repeating the same task. We find Fisher at one of the desks,
number crunching. At the desk across from Fisher sits...
MICHAEL BRENN, short, compact, with a severe personality
disorder, masquerading as semi-appropriate behavior.
MICHAEL:
That's just insecurity.
FISHER:
I don't know. She's really been
stressing out.
MICHAEL:
Just insecurity. Nut crunching gut
splinters.
FISHER:
What does that mean?
MICHAEL:
It means she's insecure.
FISHER:
About what?
Michael's phone rings.
MICHAEL:
(picks up)
Mike Brenn. Yes. Yes. 14.3 at 7.5
for 6. At 29.83 at 9.
(hangs up)
I'm amazed the windows don't blow
out of their f***ing sockets with
all the repressed, ass-puckering
rage in these soul-less lizards.
FISHER:
(beat)
I just want her to be happy.
MICHAEL:
Same alarm clock every morning, same
two pops on the same snooze button...
(PHONE RINGS; picks
up)
Michael Brenn. Yes... Yes...
(looking through stacks
of stats)
Hold your horses. Okay. Got it. 6.321
at 17.28 for 6.6 at 9.256 out at
3432.343.
(hangs up)
Same shower, towel, toothbrush, razor,
hair gel. It's a f***ing epidemic
Fisher and you better start addressing
it. You're getting married and I'm
not going to candy-coat it. It just
gets worse. It's an eighteen wheel
cement mixer that will crush every
bone in your body.
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