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Duncan Bently may have looked too good for his own good. (A party. Bently dazzles with Adonis like perfection as he approaches a woman.) Bently: Hey, sugar, wanna go out with me? Woman: With you? Where? Shopping for makeup? Get lost! As a nurse, he'd hoped to make lots of girlfriends, but instead his face went to waste. (A hospital assembly room. The head nurse addresses her large staff.) Head Nurse: (holding clipboard) Nurse Bently, you will be on bedpan patrol. Bently: Again? What is this? Some kind of gender discrimination? Head Nurse: No, the decision was arrived at democratically by your fellow nurses. But after he was caught trafficking stolen drugs from the supply room, his beauty would finally be noticed. (Prison. Bently endures whistles and catcalls as he is marched to his cell.) Wishing he'd tolerated the overt sexual advances of the men who'd offered him a modelling career, no one envies Pretty Boy. |
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| © 2007, 2016. Scripts by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved. |
Friday, September 16, 2016
Pretty Boy
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