1. EXT.RESTAURANT – EVENING JEN PULLS UP TO CURB riding her bike, dismounts, beginsto lock up. SFX in the background: The Stars’ “Set Yourself on Fire”is playing. The phone rings, the music fades as Jen answers.
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LISA: Mom I can’t talk I’m getting ready to meet Steve.(listens, makes face) Fine. I’ll put you on speaker.(puts phone down, goes back to mirror)
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LISA: Mom I can’t talk I’m getting ready to meet Steve.(listens, makes face) Fine. I’ll put you on speaker.(puts phone down, goes back to mirror)
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MOM: Wasn’t he your teacher?LISA: So?(makes a face at her short skirt, adds boots, tights)MOMJust, I don’t know. Are you sure it’s a date?LISA (now wearing more nerdy/bookish look)Well, he picked a time and place and asked me to meet him. Seems like a date.MOM: But, do you really want to date him? I mean, he’s an established writer. He could be a great reference. LISA: Mom, I know it offends your Catholic sensibilities, but I’ve been divorced for almost a year now. I’m qualified girlfriend material. But I really have to go. Bye.MOM: Make sure you have enough money to cover your dinner!
Lisa grabs and hangs up her phone, throws it in her purse, then checks wallet. It’s empty.
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SFX: City sounds.STEVE is getting out of a cab, sees LISA locking up her bike.
STEVE: You rode your bike?LISA: I’d say it’s great exercise, but (considers her words), really, it’s the fastest way to get around the city.
STEVE gives an awkward peck on LISA’s cheek.
STEVE looks at her appreciatively. It’s a little creepy, but LISA doesn’t notice.STEVE: Looks like it’s great exercise, too.
STEVE gets the door and touches the small of her back as they enter the restaurant. We see LISA grinning.
LISA and STEVE are seated, chatting.WAITER approaches with menus.
WAITER: May I get you something to drink while you look at the menu?
LISA: Water’s fine.
STEVE: Just because I don’t- Have a glass of wine if you like.
LISA: I’d like water, please.
STEVE: I’ll have sparkling water, with lime.WAITER: Very good. I’ll be right back.
STEVE: You didn’t need to—LISA (interrupts): That’s something I think we have in common, actually.STEVE (looks at her, puzzled)LISA (smiles): I don’t either. Drink, that is.
STEVE (looking around the room): Oh?
LISA: Between your essay in GQ, “On Finishing Last,” and that Modern Love, “Waiting for Munro,” I figured you were in AA.
STEVE (pleased): You read them both?LISA: Oh, everything I could find. STEVE (less pleased): But how could you tell?
LISA: Well, from class I knew you didn’t drink. Then in GQ you wrote, “Easy does it. But do it.” And in the Times, when she asked if you wanted a drink you said, “Not today.” Normal people don’t say that.STEVE: Hunh. Ok.LISA: I just thought, well, my ex—
STEVE (confused and peeved to be talking exes): Your ex… husband?LISA: Yes! Huge drinker. He was always going out. I didn’t realize how much I hated it until… (trails off, losing certainty)
WAITER: (returns with drinks): Are you ready to order?LISA: No.(at the same time as STEVE)STEVE: Yes.LISA looks at him a bit startled.