Never Been Kissed Page #3

JOSIE:

Hey Gus--did you see the story

idea I left on your desk?

GUS:

Yeah--the blind foster home mother.

It was good. I got Cahoon on it.

JOSIE:

(disappointed)

Oh. Cahoon. Yeah, he's--good.

GUS:

Geller, we've been over this. You're

a great copy editor. Maybe my best

copy editor. You're not a reporter.

JOSIE:

You've done five of my ideas.

GUS:

You know what separates us office

flunkies from the reporters?

JOSIE:

They don't have to be in the office

Christmas show?

GUS:

A flack jacket.

JOSIE:

(not getting it)

A--flack jacket.

GUS:

Every Tom, Dick, and Harry thinks

he can write. But a journalist

gets in there, right where the

bombs are. He's aggressive. Grabs

the bull by the balls.

JOSIE:

You don't think I can grab bulls'

balls?

GUS:

Geller, you don't want a reporter's

life. They're very--messy. You're

all about order. Control. And

getting me my copy by five.

JOSIE:

Hey--I can be out of control.

Gus smiles. On his way out he re-adjusts Josie's nameplate

so it hangs at an angle. Tormented, Josie waits a beat.

She can't take it, and runs to the door and straightens

it.

GUS:

(over his shoulder)

Copy by five.

INT. SUN TIMES LUNCHROOM -- DAY

Actually, a pretty depressing kitchenette area. Anita and

Josie eat lunch--Anita eats Chinese out of a container,

Josie has three baggies of perfectly cut food in front of

her.

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