Boogie Nights

 

Day 2

 

SCENE: Limousine taking the CCGH staff.

 

JOHN: (on cell phone) I miss you already! 

 

DEB: Does anyone realize that he’s only said that a hundred times so far?

 

CLEO: Hey, White Boy! (slaps Carter) I don’t have a thousand free minutes on that phone, you   know. 

 

JOHN: If I paid for it, would you still say that?

 

CLEO: You’re probably using all your money on drugs.

 

JOHN: Just because I pop a few pills every now and then doesn’t mean I’m a druggie.

 

Everyone begins humming and staring innocently into space.

 

JOHN: Right, guys?

 

No one looks at him.

 

JOHN: Deb?

 

DEB: No comment.

 

JOHN: Dave?

 

DAVE: (stuffing his face) Whokerkagl?

 

JOHN: Believe what you want. I’ll have you know that I bruise very easily. 

 

KERRY: Dave and Luka, I just want to thank you for almost sending us back to Chicago.

 

LUKA: Why are you blaming me? Dave was the one who suggested setting the plane on fire! Besides, I won the trip.

 

KERRY: Touché.

 

ROMANO: Yeah, what was that about, Malatucci?

 

DAVE: (burps) Whoa, that Bordeaux wine was good! Man, I gotta move on to wine-tasting….

 

ROMANO: Answer the question.

 

DAVE: (shrugs) Just a suggestion. I mean, God, you just put the words “fire” and “plane” in one  sentence and everyone already thinks you’re an arsonist…..

 

DEB: I believe your exact words were, “LET’S SET THE PLANE ON FIRE!”

 

DAVE: Maybe they were, but that wasn’t supposed to mean anything. 

 

PETER: Then what does?

 

DAVE: Hey, I never told you what happens when I get the urge to dance.

 

MARK: Do we want to know?

 

DAVE: I also sing crazy songs, say things I don’t really mean –

 

ABBY: Then why didn’t you just save us the trouble and become a dancer?

 

DAVE: I did that in college.

 

ROMANO: “Dave” and “college” in one sentence? 

 

CLEO: That’s scary.

 

DEB: Unless it was, “Dave didn’t study in college”.

 

DAVE: Maybe so, but let’s not get into that.

 

MARK: You say things you don’t mean? Damn, what’s your excuse for the rest of the time?

 

DAVE: So-orry. Hey, Chief, pass me an éclair…… 

 

ELIZABETH: Luka, why did you go along with it?

 

ABBY: Yeah, you hadn’t even consumed any Cherry Coke at that point!

 

LUKA: You want me to kick you out of the limo?

 

EVERYONE MINUS DAVE: NO!

 

LUKA: Then lay off.

 

KERRY: Hey, I didn’t do anything.

 

JOHN: Look! A sign for the Blue Man Group!

 

DEB: Ohhhh! The Blue Men! I wanna see them!

 

DAVE: If you wanna see a blue man, you could just check me out in a scrub top.

 

DEB: No, really?

 

PETER: Yes!

 

EVERYONE: What?

 

PETER: Sarcasm! Yeah buddy! I GOT THAT!!!

 

Everyone claps. John giggles.

 

EVERYONE: What?

 

JOHN: Inside joke about the Blue Men.

 

LUKA: Oh, really? Care to share it with us?

 

JOHN: Cleo, I need to call Rena and ask if that’s OK…..

 

CLEO: NO.

 

JOHN: Grouchy, grouchy.

 

BOB, THE CHAUFFEUR: There’s a cell phone here in the limo you can use, sonny.

 

EVERYONE: NO!!!!

 

PETER: So…..what are the sleeping arrangements?

 

LUKA: (eyes pop) We have sleeping arrangements?

 

PETER: Shouldn’t we?

 

LUKA: I’d say, first come, first serve….. four to a room max.

 

DAVE: I’m calling Jing-mei.

 

DEB: Kerry, save me!

 

KERRY: That did not sound right…… I’m surprised, he quit stuffing his face long enough to place dibs on you.

 

DEB: I don’t care, SOMEONE else please room with him!

 

LUKA: Too late. My trip. Besides, I’ve always wanted to put you together. Next?

 

DEB: You did not! That’s just your line.

 

LUKA: What the hell, I’ll do the assignments. Kerry, you and Cleo in one room. 

 

CLEO: Hey, hey, don’t I get to room with Peter?

 

LUKA: Officially, no….

 

PETER: Why?

 

LUKA: Because you are rooming with Mark, Romano, and Elizabeth.

 

ROMANO: I always thought that if I roomed with Lizzy I wouldn’t have to share her with two other  guys.

 

MARK: You know what, pipsqueak? Of two out of three guys, she’s gone out with everyone but  you!

 

ELIZABETH: Oh my God my water broke!

 

MARK: AGHHH!!! Not when we’re vacationing! (taps her belly) Daddy told you to wait!

 

ELIZABETH: Just kidding, sweetie.

 

LUKA: And that leaves Abby, but she’s with me. 

 

Deb grabs a slice of Corday’s pizza out of Dave’s mouth.

 

DAVE: Hey! I’m eating here!

 

DEB: Luka, how much did he pay you to make the sleeping arrangements?

 

LUKA: None, I swear.

 

DEB: Liar.

 

PETER: Pants on fire.

 

KERRY: Noooo! Not fire!

 

PETER: Sitting on a telephone wire.

 

JOHN: Wow, Reese’s lullabies must have gotten to you.

 

ELIZABETH: Dave, you’re eating my pizza!

 

DAVE: Ha! Second slice I’ve nicked and you didn’t notice!

 

ELIZABETH: You eat like a pregnant woman.

 

DAVE: If that was a compliment, thank you very much.

 

ABBY: Have you noticed how many lines Dave has? Even when he’s not eating?

 

JOHN: That’s because Dave is the author’s favorite character.

 

LUKA: Please don’t tell me you’re omnipotent for the rest of the trip.

 

JOHN: If you want me to, I can be. 

 

CLEO: Then why aren’t you the favorite? I thought you were!

 

JOHN: Because. That’s the other author. Duh, don’t you know anything?

 

DAVE: Awesome! I’m someone’s favorite character?

 

DEB: I told you this was a show. (mumbles) Estupido…..

 

MARK: Oh! Hablas espanol tambien?

 

PETER: Nooooo! I thought that was over! (to Deb) Since when did you learn Spanish?

 

DEB: After “Independence Day”. (sticks tongue out at Dave) 

 

DAVE: Not yet, Jing-mei. 

 

DEB: GRRRR! Oh my GOD! I’m rooming with HIM!!!

 

CLEO: See, Peter, I told you there were SO two authors.

 

KERRY: Here they come now! 

 

LUKA: Kovacsgirl --- and who’s this?

 

Enter Kovacsgirl and friend.

 

KOVACSGIRL: You don’t remember my name?

 

LUKA: Ummm…. It’s… 

 

MARK: Deb! Ella lo sabe!

 

(DAVE: Translation: Deb knows…)

 

LUKA: Don’t tell me! I forgot! Oh!….

 

KOVACSGIRL: Well, that’s okay. 

 

PETER: Then who’s this? 

 

GIRL (MALUCCIECA): It’s me.

 

ABBY: That sounds like a knock-knock joke.

 

MARK: Mi favorito!

 

KERRY: Let’s not go there.

 

MALUCCIECA: Come on, don’t you know me?

 

DAVE: Oh, you! 

 

MALUCCIECA: The one and only.

 

DAVE: That’s not your name. Don’t you have another? Isn’t it –

 

MALUCCIECA: That’s still me. 

 

DEB: I know! You were one of the first people to start writing about me! Thank you!

 

MALUCCIECA: You’re welcome. C’mon, Deb –

 

DEB: Don’t call me Deb.

 

MALUCCIECA: But it says here ---

 

DEB: Yeah I noticed but DO NOT CALL ME DEB! Only Carter can do that!

 

MALUCCIECA: Jing-Mei, don’t you know that there are others out there who would kill to room with Dave?

 

DEB: Like who?

 

MALUCCIECA: *whistles * 

 

DEB: Room with him! 

 

MALUCCIECA: Sorry, I can’t. Mark Barry’s next door to me.

 

ROMANO: Who the hell is that?

 

MALUCCIECA: I’ll explain later…. All you need to know is that he’s next door.

 

KOVACSGIRL: Oh yes, very important. If I can’t find her to write some more, then I’ll know where she is.

 

LUKA: So, where are you going to be? *Hint, Hint*

 

KOVACSGIRL: I promised myself I wouldn’t get into trouble during this trip. Plus I have a date with a certain Nick Stokes...

 

LUKA: Who?

 

KOVACSGIRL: From CSI.

 

LUKA: What?

 

KOVACSGIRL: Don’t you ever watch TV?

 

LUKA: Uh...I take the fifth!

 

JOHN: Not again!

 

MARK: Me llamo es Mark Greene. Yo soy Chicago.

 

ROMANO: My god, they really did tweak with his brain!

 

CLEO: Am I the only one not getting paid this time?

 

KOVACSGIRL: No-one’s getting paid! Luka really won the trip.

 

LUKA: That’s right! And I’ll send you all back...

 

EVERYONE, SAVE DAVE: NOOOO!!! WE LOVE YOU LUKA!     

 

LUKA: That’s more like it.

 

KOVACSGIRL: So, did I hear someone say we have a cell-phone in here?

 

BOB: Yeah.

 

KOVACGIRL: Can I use it?

 

BOB: Yeah.

 

JOHN: I call it after K-girl!

 

DEB: GOD DAMNIT NO!

 

JOHN: All right, keep your shirt on.

 

DAVE: No, I think she should take it off!!!

 

(DEB slaps him with a random suitcase.)

 

DEB: Take that, and that, and that...

 

CLEO: HEY! That’s my suitcase!

 

DEB: Too bad, we all had you anyway!

 

CLEO: Wh-wh-what? You all hate me?

 

EVERYONE SAVE KOVACSGIRL, WHO IS ON THE PHONE: *whistle*

 

CLEO: Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Peter, take them out!

 

PETER: Well, I was thinking...

 

DAVE: Go Peatie!

 

PETER: ERRRRRRRRRR! DON’T CALL ME PEATIE! YOU’E DAMAGED MY PRIDE MAN! THAT MEANS DEATH!

 

MALUCCIECA: NO! DON’T KILL DAVE!

 

KOVACSGIRL: Blah, blah (In Russian, as she is making a long distance call to St. Petersburg.)

 

CENSOR MONKEY 1: Hey, what’s going on!

 

BOB: Yo, dudes, keep it down, I can’t concentrate!

 

JOHN: Does anyone have some Phentonal, I mean a fan?

 

ABBY: I knew it!

 

ROMANO: You’re still snipping drugs!

 

KERRY: Carter! How could you?

 

JOHN: No, it’s not like that, I mean, I’m clean!

 

ROMANO: TAR AND FEATHER HIM!

 

KERRY: Yeah...What?!?!

 

KOVACSGIRL: Keep it---Who said John was a drug sniper?

 

(All point to ABBY)

 

ABBY: Well, I...

 

KOVACSGIRL: I should have known! I hate Abby!

 

ABBY: HEY!

 

KOVASGIRL: How could you do this to poor John. Can you hold on a minute Ev? (Sets down phone) Let me just erase this part...

 

MALUCCIECA: No!

 

KOVACSGIRL: What?

 

MALUCCIECA: Keep it in there.

 

KOVACSGIRL: The Censor Monkeys won’t like it.

 

MALUCCIECA: Why?

 

KOVACSGIRL: I don’t know... (Whispers) If you ask me, I think they’re the ones who are high!

 

MALUCCIECA: Well, screw the Censor Monkeys!

 

KOVACSGIRL: Well... OKAY!

 

PETER: Wow, a half page of conversation between the authors!

 

KOVACSGIRL AND MALUCCIECA: SHUT UP!!!!

 

PETER: Christ, don’t loose your shirts!

 

LUKA AND DAVE: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

KOVACSGIRL: Oooookay. Uh, well I’ve got to go, I’m staying at the MGM grand, so here’s my stop.

 

LUKA: You’re not at our hotel?

 

KOVACSGIRL: Hell No! This place it much better!

 

DAVE: I’m hungry.

 

MARK: Si, yo tambien. Y tu, Elizabeth?

 

ELIZABETH: Um, I took French in high school, what did he say?

 

TRANSLATOR BAMBI: He said “Yes, me too. And you Elizabeth?”

 

ELIZABETH: Who the hell are you?

 

TRANSLATOR BAMBI: I’m “Translator Bambi.” Specially programmed to translate Spanish!

 

PETER: You look like a Barbie.

 

JOHN (high): Look at all the pretty colors.

 

TRANSLATOR BAMBI: Oh, Barbie is a corporate sponsored toy. To cut back on legal costs, they made me!

 

ROMANO: Come sit on my lap, pretty girl!

 

KERRY: WHAT legal costs?

 

TRANSLATOR BAMBI: Oh, you know if they get sued...

 

KERRY: Who is “they.”

 

TRANSLATOR BAMBI: Oh, Chico DeMille Publishing, Inc.

 

MALUCCIECA: K-girl’s company.

 

EVERYONE, SAVE HIGH JOHN: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

JOHN: Mommy, I don’t want to take a bath!

 

LUKA: Good thing K-girl isn’t here to see this... But I miss her so!

 

KERRY: You really like her don’t you!

 

ABBY: I knew you didn’t love me! Out of my sight!

 

LUKA: Do you want to go back to Chicago, without the airfare being paid. Or not flying at all?

 

ABBY: Oh, sorry.

 

LUKA: I LOVE all this power.

 

JOHN: Oh, Rena, of course you can *CENSORED*

 

CENSOR MONKEY 2: What? You don’t think we want an NC-17 fic on our hand do you?

 

BOB: Here we are at your hotel!

 

EVERYONE: OHHHHHHHHHHH! AWWWWWWWWWW!

 

FAN FICTION FAIRY: That’s AWE, not AW!

 

EVERYONE: AWE!

 

FAN FICTION FAIRY: Why do I even try?               

 

 

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