PREVIEW OF FLYS AND BUTTERFLIES

SCENE FROM MY NEW PLAY/SHORT FILM "FLYS AND BUTTERFLIES"



Rebecca: Keep going, right there, right there! Oh yeah,

Cory: Ok

Rebecca: (Whispering) What about you?

Cory: Forget about me right now sweetie.

Rebecca: (Singing) "I know that you wont just come for the cash, will you come for
my bangers, my beans and mash"


Cory: Oh lord, no singing while I'm down here, no get him to the greek, as much as I love it. New Rule. It's slightly
surreal. Want me to have an aneurysm?

Rebecca: Nooooooooo

Cory: You almost there?


Rebecca: There, yeah, same spot, don't stop.

Cory: You are so beautiful.

Rebecca: Oh. I'm COMING. Oh god.


Cory: You are beyond sexy.

Rebecca: Thankyou. You are so good at that.

(They move around into spooning position in the bed)


Cory: Don't thank me sweetie. You are truly ethereal, how did I luck out like this.

Rebecca: But I am too young right? (Laughing slightly)

Cory: Well, it would be nice if you hit your 20th birthday sometime in the near
future, so the cops don't come bursting in, but it's all good.

Rebecca: You sure?

Cory: Hey I should be thanking you for giving me these moments before they take me
away to the "Live here and love it" nursing home.

Rebecca: You're hot, there is no way around it.


Cory: Ok, enough of that. Take a deep breath and chillax, I'm going to make you a
delicious lunch. Life is good no?

Rebecca: Don't you want me to do something for you?


Cory: You just did baby, I am as content as Deepak Chopra on Larry King. We are
not all selfish prick misogynists like you are used to.

Rebecca: Why don't I do that special thing to you again.


Cory: Which one of the plethora of your special tricks are you referring to?

Rebecca: You know.


Cory: Where's Kenneth Branagh when you need him?


Rebecca: Cmon, you loved it.


Cory: What kind of talk is that from a girl your age?


Rebecca: I don't quite get why we can do it but not speak about it openly.

Cory: How the hell should I know. It makes no sense precocious one. It's just
that it's cool when it happens organically. I don't want to turn your
fragile, clear, creative, eggshell mind into some sort of attractive
sewage vestibule.

Rebecca: Ok, I get it, I really have had only one lover before you, back in Japan.
I am not that experienced.

Cory: Really, you are totally insatiable.

Rebecca: Thanks, I think. (Laughing)

Cory: Did your Japanese lover say he wanted to "break, break,break away those ties"

Rebecca: Is this one of your cryptic musical references you pussy. (She lightly
pokes him in the ribs)

Cory: Anything else you want to get off your sensuous chest before breakfast?

Rebecca: Actually yes. I don't want to be dealing with that ....Mensa New York
chick of yours anymore. It's just depressing to me, that old hag is..
DANGEROUS.

Cory: Dangerous? Very strong word sweetie. Dangerous how?


Rebecca: Not dangerous in the same terms as your scary street friends that owe you
favours. Just unbalanced. Those phone messages creep me out.


Cory: Why do people directly sabotage fabulous moments? Get this.....I can't
reverse the pain another person is projecting on me. I can just listen.

Rebecca: I just don't like the skank. Tell her to stop calling so much please.
For my sanity.

Cory: Ok, I will. Let's move on

Maybe I should try a new way of
using inflection in my voice, a new way of walking. Anything to
to get to you.

Rebecca: You already got me. You are a real find.


Cory: So was Amelia Erhart, but that didn't work out too well.

Rebecca: French toast and bacon please. I am still getting the feeling that I am
too young for you. It really blows.

Cory: Get over it, I think we really love each other, whatever that means.

Hey I get the feeling daily that I need to shed about 50 pounds for you. All those
guys with those Chistiano Ronoldo abs, it's sickening to me.


Rebecca: Hey but you are still my little legend in his own mind.

Cory: You are really hilarious, you should try stand-up in ICELAND.


Hey can I take a couple of Polaroids of you while the sun is hitting your ASS like that.
I don't know....It's like Deneuve on the Riviera in the spring of 66 or something.


Rebecca: Sure babe, and make that Bacon well done. I need Ketchup. Shoot away.


(Cory snaps shots of Rebecca's tight bum from all angles, exits and returns with the
food)

Cory: You eat your bacon like a wolf, in one gulp, classy but fascinating said the

chef.

Rebecca: mmmm


Cory: Are you still up for the documentary next week. Remember you promised.

Rebecca: How many hours is it again?

Cory: (Resenting the question a touch) 7 hours with an intermission. It's called
"Our Hitler a film from Germany"

Rebecca: Welllllllllll........I did promise and I suppose I must honour this
exciting but bad decision. (He gives her a little push as she devours
some more bacon)


Cory: You are really too much sweetie. Way too much......But I like it.