Very Bad Things Page #3

A YOUNG TEENAGE COUPLE behind them stares at Liz, a bit

confused.

FISHER:

(trying to calm her)

Stop it. I'm sorry.

LIZ:

(trying to control

herself)

You know how important this is to my

mother. You know that.

FISHER:

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I forgot the

tent. I don't think I forgot anything

else.

LIZ:

(not bitchy)

I bet you didn't forget the bachelor

party checks.

FISHER:

Are we going to do this again?

LIZ:

I'm just saying I bet those checks

all found the mailboxes.

FISHER:

I wouldn't know.

LIZ:

It amazes me how organized you and

your little fun bunch can be when it

comes time to mobilize to Vegas.

FISHER:

(patient)

They organized this, not me. I have

nothing to do with it.

LIZ:

Well it's bad timing.

FISHER:

How do you figure?

LIZ:

Right before the wedding?

FISHER:

It's a bachelor party. You sort of

have to do it before the wedding.

LIZ:

I suppose Boyd is the creative force

behind all this.

FISHER:

He is.

LIZ:

He's a moron.

FISHER:

He's my friend. He's not a moron.

LIZ:

David Boyd is a big sack of hot gas.

EXT. SANTA MONICA

TIGHT ON a "Fred Sands" realty sign being pounded into the

ground. Pictured on the sign, as "offered by," is realtor

DAVID BOYD, 30-ish, short hair, smiling with bizarre

sincerity.

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