Intersting. But this is how I would have written it: Man: Hey. Woman: Hey. *Graphic description of man dragging woman into dark alley* (8-12 lines) *Graphic description of ensuing rape" (20-30 lines) Cop: Hey, what the fuck are you doing? *Graphic description of cop beating the man to a bloody pulp* (3-5 lines) *Graphic description of prison gang rape* (30-50 lines) *Graphic description of guards beating man to death* (5-10 lines) *Graphic description of coroner examination* (15 lines) *fin*
Why are people so obsessed over rape? The point is if you don't STUDY HARD, then you get whatever trite overblown punishment that the Bookers' fury deems appropriate to rain down on your sorry face.
FORGIVE THEM BOOKERS FOR THEY KNOW BUT NAUGHT. LEAD THEM BACK INTO THE GLORY OF YOUR SHADOWS. PRAISE BE THE BOOKERS!!!
4/10/2006 10:03 PM
Not very happy with it yet, but here it is.
for Melanie, who demands that this be posted.
(A COFFEE SHOP. A WOMAN SITS AT A TABLE, STUDYING. A MAN ENTERS, AND APPROACHES THE TABLE.)
Man: Hi there.
Woman (not paying attention): Hey.
Man: Would you mind if I sit with you?
Woman: Are they out of tables again?
Man: No -- yes. Yes.
Woman: Well, okay.
(THE WOMAN REMOVES HER BOOKS FROM THE OPPOSITE CHAIR, AND THE MAN SITS. THE MAN OCCASIONALLY LOOKS UP AT THE WOMAN NERVOUSLY, AND LOOKS DOWN AGAIN WHEN THE WOMAN NOTICES. AFTER A WHILE, DETERMINED, THE MAN LOOKS UP AGAIN, READY TO SPEAK)
Man: Hey, so...
(THEY FREEZE SUDDENLY)
Announcer's Voice: "The Wise Pages of the Bookers", Chapter 3, Section 5. Unnecessary interruptions of social intent during the course of studies result in an inevitable decline into decadence.
(THEY UNFREEZE)
Woman: Mmm?
Man: What are you studying?
Woman: Stats. You?
Man: English. You look a little tired.
Woman: I am. A little.
Man: Take a break, then. It always helps to take a break.
Woman: I've been on breaks.
Man: Take another one.
Woman: Are you taking a break?
Man: I'm always taking breaks.
Woman: But you only just sat down.
Man: Sitting down is hard work.
Woman: Well, you don't have a midterm on sitting down tomorrow.
Man: No, but I do have midterms on other things.
Woman: Then why aren't you studying?
Man: I'm taking a break!
Woman: Well I don't have time for breaks.
Man: Take time. You never have time unless you reach out and take it.
Woman: I'm all out of time.
Man: Take my time! I'll give you some time.
Woman: That doesn't help; it takes my time to use your time.
Man: Well, that's the best I can do.
Woman: That's not good enough.
Man: What would be good enough?
Woman: Not taking a break.
Man: But I'm already on break.
Woman: I'm not on break.
Man: You've been on break all this time.
Woman: Because you've been wasting my time.
Man: So you might as well take a proper break.
Woman: No, now I have to...
Man: Ten minutes. Come on.
Woman (pause): Well, okay.
Man: Good. Doesn't that feel better?
Woman: It doesn't matter how I feel now. Only how I feel after I take my test.
Man: You're too fixated on the future. Just imagine all that the present has to offer. Just think of all the things you're missing when you're looking over there instead of (POINTING TO SELF) looking over here.
Woman (pause): I'm not missing much.
Man: Ouch.
Woman: Too easy.
Man: Had to be said.
Woman: Sorry.
Man: So how is stats coming along.
Woman: It's barely coming at all.
Man: No?
Woman: I just hope I don't fail the test tomorrow.
Man: Are you going to fail the test tomorrow?
Woman: Yes -- no. No, I don't think so.
Man: Then why are you worried?
Woman: I'm not -- well, I am. But I'm not -- not that worried.
Man: Well good.
Woman: I just don't want to disappear.
Man: You won't disappear.
Woman: Be one of those people in my class who fail one of the midterms, and then are never heard from again, disappear from the class, drop off the face of the earth, the chairs they used to sit in now empty, stamped by their own inadequacy, signed by the passing murmurs of those barely scraping by.
Man: You won't disappear.
Woman: I want to do the murmuring. Not the disappearing. I want to be here to murmur.
Man: You won't disappear.
Woman: How do you know that?
Man: Because I'm here.
Woman: So?
Man: You won't disappear from me.
Woman (pause): I'm afraid I have a slightly different definition for...
Man: So what are you up to, now that you're done studying?
Woman: What? I'm not done studying.
Man: You just told me you're not worried.
Woman: Yeah, if I keep on studying...
Man (overlapping): So I'm thinking, a movie.
Woman: What?
Man: Let's go catch a movie.
Woman: I -- no, no I can't. I have to study. I'm already taking a break!
Man: Take a longer break.
Woman: No. No, no, no. I have to study. Now. And the break's over.
Man: Fine.
(THEY RESUME STUDYING FOR A WHILE)
Woman (carefully): So, what movie?
(THEY FREEZE)
Announcer's Voice: And so they went off to watch a movie, in direct opposition to the gentle yet stern teachings of the Bookers. On the way to the theater, they ran five red lights and bought alcohol for fourteen-year-olds. They snuck into the movie theater without paying for tickets, but the man was caught and thrown in jail, where he was gang-raped by six large men. The woman took the test the following day, failed, and disappeared off the face of the earth. Her classmates murmur to this day, referring to her as She Who Disobeyed the Bookers. Yet it needs not be like this, according to various clauses from "The Wise Pages of the Bookers", Chapter 3, Section 6. First, the early disengagement. Rewind, correct.
(THEY UNFREEZE)
Man: Hi there.
Woman (not paying attention): Hey.
Man: Would you mind if I sit with you?
Woman: Are they out of tables again?
Man: No -- yes. Yes.
Woman: Well, okay.
Man: Hey, so...
Woman: Mmm?
Man: What are you studying?
Woman: Stats. You?
Man: English. You look a little tired.
Woman: Why, not at all! I feel knowledge running through my veins, its gentle rhythms bringing me closer and closer to ecstasy itself, its harmony filling my very being with beauty and truth.
Man: You are absolutely right! I now see the errors of my comment and hang my head in shame in front of the glorious Bookers!
Woman: Bookers fill us!
Man: Bookers light us!
Woman: Praise be the Bookers!
Man and Woman (together): PRAISE BE THE BOOKERS!
(THEY FREEZE)
Announcer's Voice: Praise be the Bookers indeed! Their hands fill us with knowledge, their will lights us with joy. Their gentle hearts guide us to the Proper Path, their kind souls forgive our procrastination. They...
(THE ANNOUNCER IS SUDDENLY SILENT. LIGHTS DIM SLIGHTLY. MAN AND WOMAN UNFREEZE.)
Man: I walked into the cafe, and the first person I saw was you. There's something about you, something around you. I couldn't look away. It was impossible to look away. There were other seats around, but I had to sit with you.
Woman: I noticed you the moment you walked into this place, introduced by the metal bells swung lightly around the door knob. You looked at me, and looked away, and looked at me again. There were other seats around, but I wished you would sit with me.
Man: I approached you, trembling, a little. Would you mind if I sit with you?
Woman: I sounded reasonable. I had to sound reasonable. Is it because they're out of tables?
Man: Of course it is. Why else -- why else would I want to sit next to you, to you, to you?
(THEY FREEZE. LIGHTS ON FULL. THE ANNOUNCER CONTINUES)
Announcer's Voice: They protect us from earth's sorrows, they shield us from devil's ignorance. Praise be the Bookers!
Man and Woman (without moving): Praise be the Bookers!
Man: Take time. You never have time unless you reach out and take it.
Woman: I'm all out of time.
Man: Take my time! I'll give you some time.
Woman: That doesn't help; it takes my time to use your time.
Man: Well, that's the best I can do.
Woman: That's not good enough.
Man: What would be good enough?
Woman: Not taking a break.
Man: But I'm already on break.
Woman: I'm not on break.
Man: You've been on break all this time.
Woman: Because you've been wasting my time.
Man: So you might as well take a proper break.
Woman: No, now I have to...
Man: Ten minutes. Come on.
Woman: Look, just because you don't mind failing your midterms and dropping out of college and ending up sleeping in a dirty ditch where you'll lose one arm to gangrene until one day when a wild dog decides you smell like bacon and starts chewing your leg off and you try to fight it off except you can't because you only have one arm and all you could do with your arm is to pet it encouragingly as it bites into your leg like a breakfast burrito with too much beans and too much sauce and so you try to cry for help except all the words coming out of your mouth make no sense because you did not study for your English midterm -- just because of that -- doesn't mean I don't either.
Man: You're absolutely right! Such a quoting of "The Wise Pages of the Bookers"! Such beautiful prose! Such true words! I had indeed gone astray!
Woman: Then worry not, astray-goer! For the Bookers will lead you back into the light!
Man: Bookers save us!
Woman: Bookers guide us!
Man: Praise be the Bookers!
Man and Woman (together): PRAISE BE THE BOOKERS!
(THEY FREEZE)
Announcer's Voice: Praise be the Bookers, indeed! They show us our naked ignorant selves and transform us into shining beings. They make us stronger. They make us wiser. They...
(ANNOUNCER IS SUDDENLY SILENT AGAIN. LIGHTS DIM. THEY UNFREEZE)
Woman: How I longed to keep talking to you.
Man: What is there to talk about?
Woman: But it doesn't matter. How I longed to keep talking to you.
Man: I finally got you to talk to me.
Woman: But how I longed to keep talking!
Man: Take time. You never have time unless you reach out and take it.
Woman: I would -- I want to -- but I'm all out of time.
Man: Take my time! Take anything. Take everything.
Woman: That doesn't help.
Man: That's the best I can do.
Woman: It does help. A little.
Man: Good, because that's the best I can do.
Woman: The best you can is good enough.
(THEY FREEZE AGAIN; LIGHTS ON FULL)
Announcer's Voice: Let their brilliant light show us the path to eternal glory! Let their ringing truth bridge us to everlasting peace! Bask in their magnificent manificence! Praise be the Bookers!
Man and Woman: Praise be the Bookers!
Announcer's Voice: Again, from Chapter 3, Section 8. The incessant rejection. Repeat, correct.
(THEY UNFREEZE)
Man: So what are you up to, now that you're done studying?
Woman: What? I'm not done studying.
Man: You just told me you're not worried.
Woman: Yeah, if I keep on studying...
Man (overlapping): So I'm thinking, a movie.
Woman: What?
Man: Let's go catch a movie.
Woman: No.
Man: A show?
Woman: No.
Man: Let's go sing karaoke.
Woman: No.
Man: Dinner?
Woman: No.
Man: Let's go smoke out.
Woman: No.
Man: Have you tried shooting heroine?
Woman: No.
Man: So I hear there's an orgy going on tonight...
Woman: No.
Man: You wanna set the school on fire?
Woman: No.
Man: A few friends of mine, we're going to sneak into a hospital, steal some babies and skull-fuck them. Wanna come?
Woman: No.
Man: Let's go register to be Republicans.
Woman: Fuck you.
(THEY FREEZE)
Announcer's Voice: Excellent! Well done, all around. The incessant rejection of all things that do not flow naturally from the Bookers' tongue is the essential protection against decadence and failure. There are three kinds of incessance and three kinds of rejection...
(LIGHTS DIM)
Man: But I'll go anywhere with you.
Woman: I'll do anything with you.
Man: What about a movie?
Woman: But I need to study.
Man: Do you need to study?
Woman: I don't want to disappear.
Man: You're not going to disappear.
Woman: How do you know that?
Announcer's Voice (in the background): BOOKERS FILL US!
Man: Because I'm here.
Woman: So?
Man: So I'm here.
Woman: So?
Man: So I'm here.
Woman: That's good.
Man: It's the best I can do.
Woman: That's good enough.
Announcer's Voice (in the background): BOOKERS LIGHT US!
Man: Or we can stay here and study.
Woman: I'll go anywhere.
Man: I'll do anything.
Woman: What does the present have to offer?
Man: You're not missing much.
Announcer's Voice (in the background): BOOKERS SAVE US!
Woman: I don't know what I'm missing.
Man: You won't know until you miss it.
Woman: There's too many things to miss.
Man: Too little time to miss them all.
Woman: I don't have enough time.
Man: You can have mine. You can have me.
Announcer's Voice (in the background): BOOKERS GUIDE US!
"The Bookers"
6 Comments -
OMFG WHOS MELANIE!!!!!11111
3/02/2006 10:35 AM
OMFG WHAT DOES DECADENCE MEAN!!!!!1111
3/02/2006 2:02 PM
This gets kind of tedious after a while. Also, the whole part about getting raped in jail is kind of trite and not particularly funny.
3/06/2006 10:44 PM
I would hope not... rape is a serious matter.
3/06/2006 11:10 PM
Intersting. But this is how I would have written it:
Man: Hey.
Woman: Hey.
*Graphic description of man dragging woman into dark alley* (8-12 lines)
*Graphic description of ensuing rape" (20-30 lines)
Cop: Hey, what the fuck are you doing?
*Graphic description of cop beating the man to a bloody pulp* (3-5 lines)
*Graphic description of prison gang rape*
(30-50 lines)
*Graphic description of guards beating man to death* (5-10 lines)
*Graphic description of coroner examination* (15 lines)
*fin*
3/09/2006 1:48 AM
Why are people so obsessed over rape? The point is if you don't STUDY HARD, then you get whatever trite overblown punishment that the Bookers' fury deems appropriate to rain down on your sorry face.
FORGIVE THEM BOOKERS FOR THEY KNOW BUT NAUGHT. LEAD THEM BACK INTO THE GLORY OF YOUR SHADOWS. PRAISE BE THE BOOKERS!!!
4/10/2006 10:03 PM