KITCHENETTE
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Jo
(abstractly):
Well, just my medulla oblongata, Mikie.
MlKIE
(jumping over the table top to reach her):
OK, just your
medulla oblongata.
Massaging her neck while she calmly applies makeup.
How tender your medulla oblongata
is,
J o.
Jo: How tender your finger tips are, Mikie.
MlKIE: How tender is your skin.
Jo: How tender is the night.
MlKlE: How tender is your loin.
Jo: How tender is your limpo.
MIKIE: How tender is your foot.
Jo
(disgusted) :
Oh, shut up!
MIKIE
(temporarily insane, choking her):
Don't tell me to shut up,
Jo, don't ever tell me to shut up, Jo!!!
Jo: OK Nero, you've strangled enough!
MlKIE
( on his knees):
Forgive, forgive me, oh my mother!
Jo
(readjusting her hair):
Oh,
I
don't mind being strangled, it's
just that you'll ruin my Man-Tan application.
MlKIE: I'll make it up to you, J
0:
we'll go to the beach tomorrow.
Jo: Besides, you'll give me a complex about chokers.
The
FILMMAKER
notices that
Jo
has no choker. He leaves the
stage in search of one and returns a minute or two later with a
long cord which he tosses on the table, mumbling,
"Here, Mary."
Jo
plays with the cord from time to time, using it as a ribbon
with which to bind her huir. The conversation continues oblivious
of the
FILMMAKER'S
movements.
MIKIE: Jo, let's go to the beach tonight!
Jo: Tonight?
MIKIE : Yes, yes, tonight, because when it's dark and there's no one
around - then - then - we can, we can........ .
Jo
(standing, brushing ott her pullover):
Oh, don't be silly, Mikie,
you know how the sand hurts.
MIKIE: Well, what were you planning to do tonight?
Jo
(reaching the table's left side):
Oh,
I
thought we'd spend the
night here, here in the kitchenette.
Very sexy.
Just the two of us, here alone together -- in the kitchenette....
MIKIE
(drooling, bending over the table):
How oral!
Jo
(bending over the table to meet him):
How moral.
