The Ice Storm Page #2

PAUL:

Um, Libbets. Hey, Dostoyevsky, I'm

also really a fan, and what you

were saying, you know, have you

ever read The Idiot?

LIBBETS:

The Idiot?

PAUL:

If you liked Notes from

Underground, you'll love The Idiot.

LIBBETS:

(turning to go)

Great, thanks for the tip.

PAUL:

(after her)

The Idiot.

INT. ST. PETER'S HALLWAY. DAY

Paul walks with Marge.

PAUL:

I'm in love with Libbets Casey.

MARGE:

Yeah, well, you've been in love

with like every other girl here, I

was wondering when you'd get around

to Libbets.

PAUL:

It's beyond mere physical

attraction.

MARGE:

That's good, because I don't think

Libbets is capable of the sex act.

PAUL:

Truly? Do speak.

MARGE:

My diagnosis is messed in the head.

A poor little rich girl -- I mean

check out the jeans and fur look.

And lend your ears to this

brutality. Like her mom and step

dad and her step-sisters are going

to Switzerland to ski over

Thanksgiving break -- and like they

didn't invite her!

PAUL:

How do you know this sh*t?

MARGE:

They did it last year too. It's

like traditional or something.

They've got this humongoid Park Ave

apartment and she just holes up

there with a wad of cash.

(beat)

Aren't the hugely wealthy sad?

PAUL:

(pause)

You think Francis is going to beat

me to the punch here?

MARGE:

Since he sleeps with every girl you

ever show an interest in, why don't

you just keep your Libbets thing a

secret from him?

PAUL:

Good thinking Marge.

INT. SCHOOL PARTY. NIGHT

Paul, Francis and friends enter the dark, crowded room.

Various kids are awkwardly dancing to some progressive fm

style undanceable rock (Jethro Tull, etc.) Francis hands Paul

the tail end of a joint, but Paul waves it away.

PAUL:

No more man. I'm about to drop as

it is.

FRANCIS:

See ya.

PAUL:

Where you going?

FRANCIS:

Paul, let me enlighten you about

something.

You and I exist on two opposite

sides of a great existential

divide, that being your pathetic

virginity on the one hand and my

astonishing number of sexual

conquests on the other. I'm off to

get laid. See you.

PAUL:

Flame on, a**hole.

FRANCIS:

And remember, with your erogenous

zones lubricated as such with the

mighty herb, do not attempt

terrestrial contact with members of

the opposite sex -- because you

drone on like a motherf***er when

you're stoned.

He waves his fingers toward Paul's eyes, in the classic

"stoned" gesture, then wanders off.

Paul looks on at the gathering. Marge waves to him from the

dance floor.

LATER:

INT. SCHOOL PARTY. CONT'D

Paul wanders, stoned, through the party. He sees Libbets from

across the room. She seems to be surrounded by friends.

INT. PARTY. CONT'D

Paul has cornered Libbets and is talking over the music.

There are just a few people left, most of them making out

with each other.

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