True Romance Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1993
- 119 min
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Cliff's Nova pulls in as he continues crooning. He pulls up to his trailer to see something that stops him short.
Cliff's POV Through windshield
Clarence and a nice-looking YOUNG WOMAN are watching for him in front of his trailer.
CLOSEUP - CLIFF
Upon seeing Clarence, a little bitty tear rolls down Cliff's cheek.
BACK TO:
CLIFF'S POV
Clarence and the Young Woman walk over to the car. Clarence sticks his face through the driver's side window.
CLARENCE:
Good Morning, Daddy. Long time no see.
All three enter the trailer home.
CLIFF:
Excuse the place, I haven't been entertaining company as of late. Sorry if
I'm acting a little dense, but you're the last person in the world I
expected to see this morning.
Clarence and the Young Girl walk into the living room.
CLARENCE:
Yeah, well, tha's OK, Daddy, I tend to have that effect on people. I'm
dyin' on thirst, you got anything to drink?
He moves past Cliff and heads straight for his refridgerator.
CLIFF:
I think there's a Seven-Up in there.
CLARENCE:
(rumaging around the fridge)
Anything stronger?
(pause)
Oh, probably not. Beer? You can drink beer, can't you?
CLIFF:
I can, but I don't.
CLARENCE:
(closing the fridge)
That's about all I ever eat.
Cliff looks at the Girl. She smiles sweetly at him.
CLIFF:
(to Girl)
I'm sorry... I'm his father.
YOUNG GIRL:
(sticking her hand out)
That's OK, I'm his wife.
(shaking his hand vigorously)
Alabama Worley, pleased to meetcha.
She is really pumping his arm, just like a used-car salesman. However, that's where the similarities end; Alabama's totally sincere.
Clarence steps back into the living room, holding a bunch of little ceramic fruit magnets in his hand. He throws his other arm around Alabama.
CLARENCE:
Oh yeah, we got married.
(referring to the magnets)
You still have these.
(to Alabama)
This isn't a complete set; when I was five I swallowed the pomegranate one.
I never sh*t it out, so I guess it's still there. Loverdoll, why don't you
be a sport and go get us some beer. I want some beer.
(to Cliff)
Do you want some beer? Well, if you want some it's here.
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