Finding Joy Page #2

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Kyle is so sweet. Why don't

you just try talking to him?

Would you please leave him

out of our sex nest, please?

Okay. I just want you

to be a happy camper again.

Yeah, I will be if you'll

stop your yapping!

( GLORIA LAUGHING )

( RHYTHMIC POUNDING;

GLORIA MOANING )

( ALAN AND GLORIA MOANING )

( HIP-HOP MUSIC

PLAYING VERY LOUDLY )

( TURNS VOLUME DOWN )

ALAN:
Ankh! Leave it!

Uh...

Gloria!

Yeah?

Would it be okay with you

If I borrowed your

mannequin for a while?

Sure,

But she's got no holes in her.

I could introduce you to one

of my girls at the club

With a hole...

Holes.

And a head, too.

No, that... That is...

That is not what I meant.

You're a sly dog, aren't you?

You're just like your pop...

A bit of a prick

most of the time,

But, ooh,

Could he give sting

a run for his money

In the boudoir.

Oh, my god.

( HIP-HOP MUSIC

CONTINUES VERY LOUDLY )

She must have seen me.

Are you spying on

That person in the bathroom?

That's sick. You're

a sick peeping tom,

Aren't you?

No, no, I'm...

with a mannequin fetish.

Okay. That's weird.

But I guess everyone

is weird in some way.

Do you live around here?

I- I grew up there.

With Gloria and Alan?

They are wacked.

But you don't

hold it against them.

I live there.

It's weird I haven't seen you.

I would remember you.

You're cute in a

boy-Next-Door-Gone-Wrong

Kind of way.

What's your name?

Well, thank...

I'm Kyle. Hi.

I'm joy. My parents were

delusionally happy.

It's fab to meet you, Kyle.

Here. Give me

your knuckles.

( CHUCKLES FAINTLY )

I call that 69 knuckles.

Well, you have the

silkiest, uh, knuckles

I've ever sixty...

( GASPS )

Sixty-Nined.

Are you free at four?

You can say no.

I won't be offended.

It takes a lot to do that.

No!

No. Yeah. No.

Uh... ( CHUCKLES )

That... That would be nice.

That sounds nice. Yes.

You have a few hours to come up with

a more creative word than "nice,"

Or else I will be forced to

put you out of your misery.

( HUMORLESS CHUCKLE )

Be my guest.

All right.

See you at four.

Four o'clock.

( MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY )

( WIND CHIMES RINGING )

( STEADY TICKING )

Did someone bite the dust?

Uh, no.

I- I have a, um...

( CLEARS THROAT ) Sort of

a romantic rendezvous

In nine minutes.

Lose the tie.

PATSY:
Not good enough,

Marshall!

Why are you home so early?

Did your date cancel?

I told you why.

Yeah? Well, your jacket

smells like lady juice.

It is perfume we are selling.

I could get you a couple of

bottles if you want. Here, dude.

( FIZZING SOUND;

KYLE GROANS )

Oh, what did you do?

I'm sorry.

I have a date...

with the girl across

the street in seven...

Seven minutes!

The weird one?

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