Bruce Almighty Page #5

10.

A big accident ahead. Bruce looks at his watch, he's

screwed. A person is CARRIED BY ON A STRETCHER, Bruce is

oblivious.

BRUCE:

This is just my luck.

Bruce's BEEPER sounds. He checks it.

BRUCE.

The meeting's starting, perfect...

(thinks)

Screw it.

He looks to the right of the car in front of him, then peels

off onto the shoulder, passing tons of cars.

BRUCE:

(laughs)

Catch you later, lemmings 1 It's

kill or be killed, only the strong

survive, no guts, no glory1

SFX:
SIREN

Bruce pulls over, fumes.

BRUCE:

(looking heavenward)

Thank you.

EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY

Bruce screeches into a space, races out of the car, bumping

over a trash can, goes back to pick it up, sees a HOMELESS

MAN who sits peacefully next to a paint bucket and sign

boards. The various "warnings" change daily. Today's SIGN

reads:

R EWE BLIND?

Bruce looks at the sign quizzically for a beat, then

continues on.

INT. NEWSROOM - DAY

Bruce rushes through the newsroom, rounds a corner and runs

right into BOBBY, the endlessly yammering PASTRY CART GUY.

1.

1

BOBBY:

Bruce the goose! Morning, Buddy.

Don't even move, I got somethin'

special today. My mom made it just

for you.

BRUCE:

Well, that's- Bobby, I gotta go-

I'm late...

BOBBY:

(bending down)

You like Quiche?

He comes back up, proudly presents a slice of quiche.

BOBBY:

You know, contrary to popular

belief the quiche was actually

invented by the Mayans, then stolen

by the French. They shoulda said,

"Hey, that quiche ain't yours, it's

Mayan!"

Bobby belts out a laugh.

BRUCE:

Bobby, I can't, I--

BOBBY:

Just taste it, taste it...

Bobby shoves a bite into Bruce's mouth. Bruce feigns liking

it with exasperation.

BRUCE:

Mmm, delicious, I really gotta go.

BOBBY:

That's a buck seventy-five.

BRUCE:

Can you get Kelly- Ahh...

Bruce tosses the thought, digs into his pocket, fishing for

cash.

BOBBY:

(excited)

Oh, two o'clock, two o'clock, two-o-

five, two-ten...

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