Here it goes.
INT. DISCOTHEQUE - NIGHT
Hogarth, a frail man in his 20s enters the neon lit floor of the discotheque. Surrounding him are fools and tramps, each dancing more atrociously and vivaciously than the next. Hogarth stands, anxious. He spies a beautiful woman across the room, hair feathered to perfection, platforms 9 and 3/4 inches tall. He approaches.
HOGARTH
I want you to know how beautiful you look this evening.
WOMAN
(Russian accent)
Thank you. I cherish your compliments, tiny man.
Hogarth blushes.
WOMAN
Would you like to dance?
Hogarth stands, silent, thinking. Then, he pounces, grabbing her neck, and pulling her head towards his lips. Awkwardly, he kisses her eye, snatching off her fake eyelashes.
The woman, shocked, stares back at Hogarth, Then she pounces, grabbing him by his long hair, and kissing him square on the mouth. It was love.
Let's see if this worked...
Nice....
2 comments:
I'm just so happy to see Harry Potter and Mates of State on your blog. So happy.
This script is perplexingly awesome. Thanks for the tidbit about the pixel width and such. Super helpful. Now I just need to figure out how you got your Twitters to post on your sidebar.
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