Smashed Page #7

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KATE:

I told my class I was pregnant.

Charlie looks up at Kate with a beaming smile. He leans over

and grabs her hand.

CHARLIE:

(excited and sort of

confused)

Oh, baby, that’s -

KATE:

I’m not. Pregnant. So don’t worry.

CHARLIE:

(deflated)

Oh.

(beat)

‘Cause it would be great news -- if

it was true.

(beat)

‘Course then I’d have to drink your

beer...

KATE:

Well, it was a lie. I just lied to

my class. After barfing in front of

them.

CHARLIE:

(cringes)

Ooh...

KATE:

Yeah, that’s what they said.

(long beat)

Listen...I can’t do this anymore.

A look of complete terror and confusion passes over Charlie’s

face.

CHARLIE:

What do you mean?

KATE:

I dunno. I think I might...drink

too much.

Charlie LAUGHS.

CHARLIE:

Oh. That. Yeah...you kinda do.

Charlie swigs his beer.

23.

KATE:

I know I do -- I'm a f***ing

mess...

CHARLIE:

Baby -- that’s not true. You’re

beautiful. And brilliant. And I

love you. I wouldn’t be married to

a “mess.”

KATE:

I left work after puking in front

of little kids. And...now I’m

drinking in the middle of the day.

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CHARLIE:

Well, those things happensometimes.

(beat)

I mean, they shouldn’t happen all

the time, but...it’s the price of,

uh, truly living life.

KATE:

Isn’t that like a slogan for some

kind of beer or toothpaste orsomething...?

CHARLIE:

No. And it’s true -- you and me,

we’re not just some boring couple

in the suburbs who don’t sleep witheach other and have nothing to talkabout except whatever TV showthey’re currently into.

(beat)

We, like...still know how to party.

KATE:

Yeah...

(beat)

...I think I need to slow down.

(beat)

And I might need help.

CHARLIE:

I’ll help you.

KATE:

I know, but...I might need more

help.

CHARLIE:

Yeah? Like a therapist?

24.

KATE:

I don’t know -- I just get stupid

when I’m drunk, and I’m drunk a

lot.

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