Only You Page #2

GIRL #3

Who cares about pretty eyes,

Leslie? I'm telling you, stocks,

bonds, real estate -- that's what

you wanna look for in a man.

GIRL #4

(dismissing)

Heh...

GIRL #3

What then?

GIRL #4

(the voice of

authority)

Definitely sex.

Somebody else pipes up,

GIRL #5

My mom told me you gotta want the

same things out of life. Have the

same values, be able to

communicate.

They all turn to look blankly at this poor, misguided soul.

GIRL #5

I'm just telling you what she said.

They're still looking at her.

GIRL #5

It's not like I believed her or

anything...

FAITH:

I think you're all wrong.

LESLIE:

What do you think the most

important thing is, Faith?

There is not a doubt in her mind.

FAITH:

True love. I believe there's one

special person out there who's

meant for each of us. And when

your eyes meet, it'll be magic and

you'll both know it instantly.

A couple of dissenters roll their eyes.

FAITH:

(turning to another

friend)

Don't you think so, Kate?

KATE's looking at the ground, trying to sound casual.

KATE:

I don't know, I guess I never

really thought about it...

(in her next

breath)

Is Larry here?

FAITH:

(she couldn't care

less)

Yeah. He's around somewhere.

Up above, Larry takes careful aim, then sends a water balloon

torpedoing their way. It hits the ground between them with

an enormous SPLAT. They SCREAM.

INT. FORTUNE TELLING BOOTH - NIGHT

We move past them, through a beaded window and into the booth

where a disheveled older WOMAN, MADAME DIVINA, is paging

through a copy of "Scientific American".

There's a TAP at the door. She checks her watch. Curses.

She shoves the magazine in a drawer, then hoists a bowling

ball, the kind with the iridescent swirls in them, onto an

opening in the center of the table, carefully positioning it

so the three holes aren't visible. She flicks on a flashlight

above it. Crystal ball.

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