Runaway Bride Page #2
MAN (cont'd)
I've witnessed far more treacherous and
nefarious exits than that. At least
she castigated you in private.
IKE:
Not as private as I thought.
Ike turns slightly, giving the man his back.
IKE (cont'd)
Kevin, you've got some napkins?
BARTENDER:
Writing or wiping?
IKE:
Give me a pen.
The Bartender gives him cocktail napkins and a pen. Ike starts
making notes. Ike looks up from his writing. The Man gets up
MAN:
(throwing darts hard)
Ah, come on. They deserve it. They
love you, they hate you, they're hot,
they're cold, they're high, they're
low...
IKE:
... They're up, they're down. It's
really fun making this list with you,
but I've got a column to go write.
BARTENDER:
Ike.
MAN:
(undeterred)
But you don't have a really superb idea!
Well, there's a girl from my hometown
Ike moves to the Bartender and pays him.
BARTENDER:
(to Man)
Excuse me, we don't need any new ideas.
MAN:
She likes to dump grooms right at the
altar. They call her "The Runaway
Bride".
Both Ike and Bartender turn and stare.
MAN:
She performed the travesty seven or
eight times. Right at the altar she
turns around and runs like hell.
Bolts.
Ike turns and heads for the door. The Man calls after him,
getting up from his stool without stopping his enthusiastic
story.
MAN (cont'd)
Adios. Plows down the aisle, knocking
old ladies out of her way like the
running of the bulls at Pamplona. And
guess what?
IKE:
I give up.
MAN:
She has the next victim all lined up.
She's twirling another body on the
spit.
Ike stops in his tracks. He turns back around in spite of
himself.
MAN:
(beginning his story)
Imagine if you will, a small town in
Maryland...
CUT TO:
INT. IKE'S APARTMENT - DUSK
Ike sits at his computer, cassette player with Miles Davis PLAYS
next to him as he types away reading his handiwork to himself.
IKE:
(reading)
"Today is a day of profound
introspection, I have been accused
of using this column to direct bitter
diatribes at the opposite sex! This
uncomfortable accusation has plunged me
into at least fifteen minutes of
serious reflection, from which I have
emerged with the conclusion that, yes
-- I traffic in female stereotypes."
FISHER walks through the main office reading the paper.
FISHER:
"But how can one blame me when every
time I step out my front door I meet
fresh proof that the female archetypes
are alive and well? Te mother, the
virgin, the whore, the crone; they're
elbowing you in the subway, stealing
your cabs, and overwhelming you with
perfume in elevators."
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