Matinee Page #3

---

by 2400 hours.

Blow 'em up! Pow!

Cuba's radioactive

for nine lifetimes.

Yeah, where'd

you hear that?

My dad's Navy.

We live on base.

Ooh, I'm impressed!

What's your dad do?

Motor pool.

They still hear stuff,

though.

Maybe we're attacking Cuba

with jeeps.

It's only 90 miles.

Yeah, we put

pontoons on 'em.

Hey, see that kid

over there?

His dad's on one

of the blockade ships.

Yeah?

Hey!

Tell 'em

about your dad.

Um, well,

he shipped out but

we didn't know where.

Did he call you

from there?

They're not allowed

'cause of security.

That's tough.

Face-to-face

with Ivan, man!

Damn, got color guard.

Ah, man.

Look at Michelle.

Think if the bomb

were about to fall,

she'd do it with me?

[School Bell ringing]

Ask her.

Now, your red meat

food group,

you want to make sure

you have three servings a day

to satisfy this food group.

Breakfast:
Have bacon, sausage,

something of this nature.

Lunch:
A hamburger, pork

sandwich, something like this.

Then dinner --

[air raid siren]

[Teacher]

Okay, people.

This may not be a drill.

Single file, quickly.

Assume the duck-and-cover

position with your head down.

No talking.

Single file.

Let's move!

Okay, duck-and-cover

position, hands behind

the back of your neck.

No talking.

Everybody, heads down.

This isn't real.

If it was real, they'd

use different sirens.

How do you know?

My father.

[Teacher]

I said, "no talking."

[Woman] No, right now!

[girl] No,

i'm not gonna do this!

We're not having this

from you, young Lady!

This is for your protection!

Yes, but it isn't

any protection.

It doesn't do any good!

Keep your heads down.

If you think

it's gonna help...

To put your hands

behind your neck when the

bomb falls, you're wrong!

Young Lady, we've had

just about enough of this!

That girl's a communist!

Heads down, people!

If you die when the bomb

first falls, you're lucky,

'cause if not...

You're gonna get

radiation poisoning.

First your hair's gonna

fall out, then bleed

from your intestines.

You're gonna start

throwing up, but you're not

throwing up food.

You're throwing up

your own organs.

Eew!

Yeah, "eew" is right.

Principal's office,

let's go.

But I won't have

the protection of being on

the floor if the bomb falls.

I said, "let's go!"

They don't tell

you the truth!

They tell you put your hands

behind your neck, and they

keep building bombs.

What is that?

It's a man

in the bathtub.

He's leaning over

and scrubbing himself.

Oh, geez.

Tough. Where'd

you learn that from?

My dad showed me.

That is

so stupid!

What?

That trick his dad taught him.

Never give him a spoon.

Hey, Navy,

have a seat.

Good move.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes