The Fisher King Page #5

JACK:

About dinner as a concept or about

dinner with...

(over-enunciating)

R A O U L?

SONDRA:

(deadpan)

You're so witty. I'm so jealous.

(BEAT)

I NEED to get out of here, Jack,

and do something other than sit

in this apartment and count how

many funny lines you have per

page.

JACK:

You know, tomorrow's a very big

day for me...And it would be nice

if you acted like you understood.

SONDRA:

Fine. I'll say no.

JACK:

It IS my first day of taping,

Sondra.

SONDRA (O.C.)

Fine.

JACK:

(looking at script;

sincere, vulnerable)

First time in my life I'll be a

voice with a body. Do you know

what that means? What this could

lead to?

SONDRA:

(unsnapping her bra in

the front)

Jack, it's a sitcom - you're not

splitting the atom.

JACK:

I'll remember that the next time

you get excited over drawing pubic

hairs on raisin bran.

(lighting joint and

inhaling)

Want some?

SONDRA:

No, I have to work.

JACK:

How un-sixties of you.

SONDRA:

I was nine in the sixties.

JACK:

I used to think my biography would

be JACK LUCAS - THE FACE BEHIND

THE VOICE, but now it can be JACK

LUCAS, THE FACE AND THE VOICE...or

maybe just JACK - EXCLAMATION

POINT...

SONDRA slips off her panties. JACK eyes her butt as she crossed

into the bathroom. Feeling sexy, he rises and follows her.

SONDRA leans over and turns on the shower. The bathroom door

slams behind her. SHE turns quickly. JACK is standing there,

naked. Acting sexy, HE walks toward her as he flexes his chest

muscles - right, left, right, left...HE grabs her is his arms,

dips her over backwards and kisses her passionately. HE raises

her up.

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