Suburbia Page #4

BUFF:

Yeah, we all want to see him. So when's he coming?

BEE-BEE

Yeah, when's he coming?

JEFF:

I don't know. Later. I don't know.

BUFF:

(yells)

Yes!

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

EXT. CIRCLE A - PARKING LOT - LATER - NIGHT

Jeff and Sooze are kissing.

JEFF:

God, I haven't seen you all day.

SOOZE:

You could've come over.

JEFF:

I know, I know, I know.

Jeff pulls out the front of Sooze's pants and looks inside them.

JEFF (CONT'D)

Oh! Trim it!

SOOZE:

I hate that.

JEFF:

Sorry. Let's go back to the van right now.

SOOZE:

No. I'm not going to the van, it's so gross. Come on. I'm doing

my performance right now.

JEFF:

Okay, so maybe later.

CUT TO:

EXT. CIRCLE A - PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Everyone is sitting around watching Sooze do her performance art

piece. She dances and jigs along with the words to her piece.

SOOZE:

Ow. Jesus. F*** Oliver Stone. F*** Bill Clinton. F*** Howard

Stern. F*** Michael Bolton. F*** O.J. Simpson. F*** Pope John

Paul. F*** my dad. F*** all the men. F*** all the men. F*** all

the men!

She begins to dance a jig.

SOOZE (CONT'D)

Bang your head, blow your nose.

Run down the street, suck a hose.

Chew my lips, eat some sh*t.

Eat a stick of dynamite and blow yourself to bits.

Shut your mouth, go away.

Drink my piss, have a nice day!

I hope you cry and never doubt.

I hope you die with blood in your mouth.

I hope your lies will no more shout

What's in my eyes, what's in your snout.

Your a pig! I know that's true!

I dance a jig! F*** you!

F*** you!

F*** you!

F*** you!

Sooze ends her piece and looks at everyone.

SOOZE:

So?

Everyone slowly starts to applaud.

BEE-BEE

That was really great.

SOOZE:

Was it okay?

BEE-BEE

Yeah!

SOOZE:

What did you guys think?

BEE-BEE

Slides go with it.

SOOZE:

Behind me. I'm making these slides out of these old pictures and

paintings and stuff.

JEFF:

Was that supposed to be me?

SOOZE:

No.

JEFF:

Yes.

BEE-BEE

It's called "Burger Manifesto, Part One The Dialectical

Expression of Testosterone." Isn't that a great title?

SOOZE:

Why is everything about you, Jeff?

JEFF:

No, not, not everything. This. I am the man in your life.

SOOZE:

Man?

JEFF:

Yeah, man, male, significant other, whatever the f*** I am.

SOOZE:

It's a piece.

JEFF:

Your sure as hell right about that.

SOOZE:

I'm not doing it anywhere, Jeff. It's just part of my application

to the School of Visual Arts in New York.

BUFF:

Ah, you know people there?

SOOZE:

I'm just gonna go. I figure the worst I can do is starve to

death.

JEFF:

"The worst I can do is starve to death." Listen to you.

SOOZE:

I don't want to hear it anymore.

JEFF:

No, no, no. Y-you know what? Y-your packing your bags, you're

jumping into the unknown because some conceptual artist who

teaches at a community college is having a mid-life crisis and he

wants to sleep with some girl half his age, so he tells you you

have talent.

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