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By Misti Date: 2002 Apr 10 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.10.13.44.9554]] |
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INT.- Bowling alley- Day. Marie is sitting at her table writing in her notebook. Luke walks up to Marie. He's holding a box of donuts. Marie looks up. Marie: What the hell? Luke: I thought you might like a snack. They're maple donuts...you're favorite. Luke places the box on the table. Marie stares blankly at the box and then looks up at Luke. Marie: Don't do this. Luke: I still don't believe you want a divorce. Marie: I've already filed. You need to get on with your life. We aren't happening anymore. Luke: Okay. I know that this is your sacred space and you go crazy when I interrupt your writing so I won't cause a scene here in this sacred fucking bowling alley. But we've got to talk. Marie: I don't want the donuts. Luke: I spent two bucks on those donuts. I went out of my way to drive to the bakery and then I drove all the way here to deliver them to you. Marie: That was unnecessary. I hate to be brutal. You bring out this ugliness in me. Donuts can't fix what's wrong with us, Luke. Luke: I still love you, Marie. You can't get rid of me that easily. Marie: Why are you trying so hard? Where's your dignity? Luke: We were together for ten years. Marie: So were the Beatles. Luke: Can I come over tonight? Marie: No. Luke: Fine. I guess I'll go get drunk, then. Start living the bachelor life. Maybe I'll even get laid. Marie: Go to it. It's your world. Grab it by the balls and make it bounce. |