Create a New Forum Admin Login Member Login Contribute to Voyager Search VoyForums Help Desk VoyForums Exchange VoyForums Directory/Categories VoyForums Homepage VoyForums News FAQ - Frequently Asked Questions

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time ]

Subject: Re: Alternate Screenplay: DIMINISHED SKILLS Author: JJ [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:27:04 01/04/05 Tue In reply to: K 's message, "Alternate Screenplay: DIMINISHED SKILLS" on 21:23:38 01/03/05 Mon KITCHEN OF THE GIRLS' TOWNHOME The buzzing sound is clearly much louder in the kitchen. Sara stands next to the phone with her arms crossed, waiting for Leia to realize this. She is behind the wall adjacent to the living room, and out of view. She has no intention of calling the police tonight. This will surely make Leia forget about that noisy nosy neighbor. Leia is trying several things with the remote, before her heightened frustration causes her to turn off the TV in disgust and throw the remote to the floor. After a moment, she realizes the mysterious noise is still present. A smile appears on her face, and it's clear she's forgetting about the noise next door. LEIA (walking toward the kitchen) Oh Saaarrrra, that wouldn't happen to be Mr. Crotchy humming our favorite tune, would it? Sara spins away from the wall and meets face to face with Leia at the entrance to the kitchen. She immediately lands on her lips with a big wet French kiss. After about 30 seconds, they both come up for air. SARA You know it is. I tell you what? Why don't we worry about our little problem in the morning? I've got a quieter place for you to be tonight. They start walking towards Sara's bedroom. SARA Leia? LEIA Yes my dear? SARA No, you misunderstood... Lay ya? LEIA But of course. It's their long-running joke since first experimenting back in college. They enter Sara's room and the door closes behind them. CUT TO: [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

[> Subject: Re: Alternate Screenplay: DIMINISHED SKILLS Author: G [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 21:45:13 01/04/05 Tue INT. SUBURBAN TOWNHOUSE - MORNING The sun has come up, and yet Donnie remains passed out on the couch. We hear a buzzing noise similar to the one in the girls' place. This time however, it's Donnie's cell phone, and is buzzing away in his pants. Donnie is finally jolted awake and fishes the phone out of his pocket. DONNIE (into phone) Um, hello? JAKE Donnie, goddamn it! Where are you? What the fuck is wrong with you? We have the presentation this morning remember? Donnie checks the clock. It reads 10:25 am. DONNIE Shit Jake, I overslept! JAKE Sounds to me like you overdrank. DONNIE Jake, I need you to cover for me... JAKE It's too late Donnie. Old Man Vickers is turning three shades of purple he's so pissed off at you. He says your toast. He says your history. He says he's gonna fire your ass this time. I'm just calling to give you the heads up. There is a beeping noise on the cell phone. It is Donnie's call waiting. DONNIE Look Jake, I have to call you back, I have another call. Donnie presses the appropriate button. DONNIE Hello? OLD MAN VICKERS Donnie? Listen here you son of a bitch, you are fired! And with that last word there is a gigantic explosion. Donnie hears a thunderous boom and his apartment actually trembles a bit. The phone connection is dead. Donnie slumps down on the couch. He picks up the bottle of Scotch. DONNIE Well, you really did it this time, Scotch. Donnie now hears faint screaming and commotion outside. A fire truck screams down the street. Then another fire truck and another. He shrugs his shoulders and turns on the TV. A news achorman stands before a building completely reduced to rubble. Firefighters try to keep the flames under control. ANCHORMAN This is Chet Lewis reporting from the E.D.S. building in downtown Chicago. The building has been completely destroyed. A terrorist attack has not been ruled out. The building contained two law firms, an eye clinic, and a prominent architecture firm as well. Donnies eyes are wide open, as well as his mouth. His eyes quickly shoot to the corner of the room, where he smashed his model the night before. He looks at the model reckage and then the chaos on TV. ANCHORMAN We have some witnesses who claims they saw what happened. The Anchorman stands before a group of three black youths. YOUTH #1 Yo man it was whack! YOUTH #2 It came from the sky! YOUTH #3 It was a fireball, yo! YOUTH #1 Seriously, yo, a fiery rock came down through the clouds and blew up that building, knowwhati'msayin? YOUTH #2 Oh my god it was awesome! YOUTH #3 It was a meteor, yo. A meteor. Donnie is stunned. He picks up the bottle of Scotch, and gives it a kiss. DONNIE You saved me, Scotch. You saved me. CUT TO: [ Post a Reply to This Message ]