| (Sam is staring over a balcony, holding a champagne flute, as Mallory walks up behind him.) Mal: Hey, Sam. (Pause as she walks closer to him.) How are you? Sam: I am good. Mal: Good. (Sam looks for somewhere to set down his glass and finally settles for tossing it gently over his shoulder) Sam: And you? Mal: Good. Sam: Excellent. (Beat.) Can I just say that I was the one who was in trouble, I was the one under seige, it was my picture in the paper, and I don't see why I need to call you and explain myself. Mal: It was a picture of you and a call girl. Sam: Like there aren't any pictures of you and a call girl. Mal: No, there aren't any pictures of me and a call girl. Sam: It's a crime. Mal: Y'know, if you'd just picked up the phone - Sam: Yeah, yeah. Who's your boyfriend? Mal: Sam - Sam: What's his name? Mal: His name's Richard Anderchuck. Sam: There's a hockey player named Richard Anderchuck. Mal: Well, unless there are two of them. Sam: You're dating Richard Anderchuck? Mal: Yes, and we're having quite a lot of sex. Sam: I'd think you'd almost have to. Mal: What does that mean? Sam: What do you and Richard Anderchuck talk about? Mal: He happens to be terribly bright. Sam: Well, good, 'cause he's a really bad hockey player. Mal: He's had injury problems this year. Sam: From falling down. Mal: Look, I came over here - (They're interrupted.) Josh (On phone): Is she there? Sam: Mallory? Yeah, she's here, she snuck up on me from behind...You'd think women would make more noise with their big high heels but they don't, they've got this stealth thing going that we really should be clever enough - (Mallory knocks on the window of the car, Sam stands to watch her as she walks around toward him.) Josh: What was that? Sam: Nothin'. Josh: She's there. Sam: Yeah. Josh: How's she look? Sam: She looks good. Josh: Can you describe what she's wearing? Sam: Yeah, 'cause she's standing right in front of me. Josh: So you wanna get off the phone. Sam: Yeah. Josh: OKay. (Hangs up.) (Sam stands, facing Mallory._ Mal: Y'know what I think? Sam: What? Mal: I think you're caught between wanting to be mad and wanting good seats for home games. Sam: I can get pretty good seats for home games as it is, I don't know if you noticed the motorcade I came in. Mal: I spoke to my dad...I'm sorry about Galileo. Sam: they've got a lot of tests they can still try. Mal: How much is it gonna cost? Sam: Don't start with me. Mal: I'm asking as a tax-payer. It costs 1.6 billion to lose the thing, how much will it cost to be sure it's never found? Sam: I don't know, Mallory, but we certainly won't spend any municiple tax dollars which are best spent on new hockey arenas. Mal: No, it's best spent on feeding and housing and educating. Sam: There are a lot of hungry people in the world, Mal, and none of them are hungry 'cause we went to the moon. None of them are colder and certainly none of them are dumber 'cause we went to the moon. Mal: And we went to the moon. Do we really have to go to Mars? Sam: Yes. Mal: Why? Sam: Because it's next. Because we came out of the cave, and we looked over the hill and we saw fire and we crossed the ocean and we pioneered the west and we took to the sky and because on the history timeline of man we're explorers and this is what's next. Mal: I know. Sam: People like you who say - what? Mal: I said "I know." We're meant to be explorers. Sam: Then why did you - Mal: I like hearing you talk about it. Sam: Y'know something - Mal: You get all puffed up. Sam: You're a pain in the ass. Mal: Yes. Sam: Anyway. I'm sorry about the picture. Mal: Don't worry about it tonight. Sam: You're not pissed? Mal: I"m totally pissed. I'm saying don't worry about it tonight. ((And then CJ came up and interrupted The Moment. ::sigh::)) |