The setting is the figurers' place for the first part of the scene.
Jeremy gets in.
JUDITH
Did you get one?
JEREMY
I sure did.
JUDITH
What brand is it?
JEREMY
It is canary.
JUDITH
Canary is a colour - you pen-pusher white-collar wanna be.
JEREMY
And the inside is wine. Leather, that is.
JUDITH, looking at the window 1
All noted. Hey! There're only two doors.
JEREMY
How many do we need?
JUDITH, she chooses some clothes out of a pile and puts them on
What about the contract?
JEREMY
It is explictly unstipulated that we can't have sex in it.
JUDITH
You're the best, coach. You know what? We should mark it with graffiti...
JEREMY
Tell me?
JUDITH
So I can go knock on our future neighbour's door, walking, just like this, and then tell them: 'Hello there, I'm Judith Vøøtin, that's 'V' as in Victor, double stroked 'O', that's right baby, 'T' as in Thomas, 'I', 'N', and I'm your new neighbour'. Wait - and then, turn my back on them, have a couple of steps, and turn my haed over my shoulder with a vicious look on my face, like - that - and squeal at them: 'I'll be back! Soon...', and then, I would walk to the car, and they would look at me, scared, through their windows, and just beside the graffiti, I would laugh like a deveil drowned in holy water... (She moves toward him:) And I'd go: 'Ah! Ah! Rah!' - Kiss me.
JEREMY, he kisses her
That's it?
JUDITH
We still have time to get the details fixed, aren't we?
JEREMY
Fool I, - I thought you wanted to have sex in front of them.
JUDITH
One doesn't exclude the other. So what' you think?
JEREMY
Wow - is it Maybelline?tm
JUDITH
Shut up!
JEREMY
You're beautiful -
JUDITH
That I know - do you think it's a winning match for a canary-wine car?
JEREMY
It's only a two doors... I think it's -
JUDITH
You're thinking too much.
JEREMY
Is it a go?
JUDITH
Not yet... Have a look...
She moves toward one of his open carnets.
JEREMY
We'll have a talk aren't we? Why is it I...
JUDITH
Communication is the key to everything: see, that's my breast patted by one of your hand made gross.
JEREMY
It's not my hand. It's not your breast.
JUDITH, as Jeremy completes his sentence
It's my breast.
JEREMY
It it.
JUDITH
Aren't you trying to run away from your moral obligation, mister?.
JEREMY
It is not a gros s hand - it's a catcher hand. Their fingers and knuckles get distorted from the form of their glove after some years. That guy's hand probably played for more or less ten years...
JUDITH
So, you're one dot away from figuring your loved one beside dirty jokes, aren't you?
JEREMY
This is a transmutation of the magical fairies tales of the beauty and the beast, dear.
JUDITH, being tragically sad
And is this where your studies for catching a magical baseball moment's spirit have led you, yet? Catcher's hand? On my breast?
JEREMY
I guess we could say that.
JUDITH
This baseball magical moments thing is the worst idea you've got in the last ten years - since I met you. Of your entire life.
JEREMY
I think - still - that I can come up with something...
JUDITH
Sure - you could have worked things out to find quality materials or even change your mind about it - but why bother, is it not simpler to throw in my breast!
JEREMY
I love you, Jud.
JUDITH
Why is it...
They head out of their place as if it was agreed that they would pursue that discussion on the road.
(1) The window should be mimetically "install' by the actress.
JUDITH- We still have time to get details fixed, aren't we?