Have We
Met?
Characters:
Amy:
Pretty, late twenties, upscale.
George: Handsome, early thirties, successful.
Setting:
Crowded, urban street. Concrete jungle. Amy and George walk towards
each other, catch eyes and just as they pass each turns and
.
George: Have we
.?
Amy: Met?
George: Yes.
Amy: Maybe
George: Sicilianos?
Amy: No.
George: Dantes?
Amy: No.
George: Look
.
Amy: Familiar?
George: Yes.
Amy: Mike?
George: George.
Amy: George?
George: Yes.
Amy: Amy.
George: (flirting)
Amy.
Amy: (flirting
back) George.
George: Married?
Amy: (shakes her
head) You?
George: Divorced.
Amy: Oh.
George: Glad?
Amy: (thinks about
it) Over?
George: Very.
Amy: Uh-huh.
George: Very!
Amy: Okay.
George: Glad?
Amy: (coy) Maybe.
George: (looking
around) What?
Amy: Work.
George: (points
to a doorway) Here?
Amy: (shakes her
head) Downtown?
George: Oh.
Amy: You?
George: Uptown.
Amy: What?
George: Finance.
Amy: Oh.
George: You?
Amy: Design.
George: Nice.
Amy: Sometimes.
(an awkward silence
while they both struggle to make sense of the situation and where they
want to go with it)
George: Color?
Amy: Caramel.
George: Blue.
Amy: Cat?
George: Dog.
Amy: Sweets?
George: (trying
to make a connection) Caramel.
Amy: Fudge.
George: Meat?
Amy: (shakes her
head) Fish.
George: Church?
Amy: Temple.
George: Oh.
Amy: Sunrise?
George: Sunset.
Amy: Smoke?
George: Cigars.
Amy: Smell.
George: (accusing)
Fish!
Amy: Touche
George: Time?
Amy: Little.
Amy starts to walk
away but he walks to he and touches her arm, asking her to stay.
George: Hate?
Amy: Lawyers.
George: Yes!
Amy: You?
George: Mechanics.
Amy: Fruit?
George: Papaya.
Amy: Passionate.
George: You?
Amy: Figs.
George: Newtons?
Amy: (laughing)
Fresh.
George: (why not)
Cookie?
Amy: Oatmeal.
George: Raisins?
Amy: (shakes her
head) You?
George: (why not?)
Newtons.
Amy: Sky?
George: Sunny.
Amy: Apples?
George: Pippin.
Amy: Travel?
George: Season?
Amy: Winter.
George: Florida.
Amy: Muggy.
George: You?
Amy: Paris.
George: Winter?
Amy: (of course
not) Spring.
George: Flowers?
Amy: Fresh.
George: Beer?
Amy: Wine.
George: Soda?
Amy: Orange.
George: (touches
her hair) Shag?
Amy: (a bit miffed,
touches his hair) Rug?
(both laugh at
their antics and mock insults.)
Amy: Kids?
George: (shakes
his head) You?
Amy: Two.
George: Really?
Amy: Someday.
George: Girls?
Amy: Boys!
George: Really.
Amy: (nods, then)
Read?
George: Newspaper.
Amy: Sports?
George: Business.
Amy: Boring.
George: (shrugs
shoulders) Finance.
Amy: Right.
George: You?
Amy: Write.
George: Fiction?
Amy: Poetry.
George: Muse?
Amy: Zeitgeist.
George: Zeitgeist?
Amy: (pride) Zeitgeist.
George: Why?
Amy: Jody.
George: Gehrman?
Amy: Yes.
George: Movies?
Amy: Films.
George: Spielberg?
Amy: Polanski.
George: TV?
Amy: Public.
George: Boring.
Amy: (supporting
her choice) Nature.
George: Boring.
Amy: You?
George: Letterman.
Amy: Politics?
George: Republican.
Amy: (aghast) Reagan?
George: Lincoln.
Amy: Oh.
George: You?
Amy: Democrat.
George: Hillary?
Amy: Both.
George: (aghast)
How
.?
Amy: What?
George: Lewinsky!
Amy: So?
George: Morals.
Amy: Nixon.
George: Ouch!
Amy: Bush?
George: Grudgingly.
(another silence
as they realize their differences and look each other over to see if
they want to invest something in each other.)
Amy: (checks her
watch, uncomfortable, pressed for) Time.
George: Yeah.
Amy: (starting
to walk away) Gotta
.
George: Wait.
Amy: (slows her
walk) What?
(George cant
quite find the words that he wants to say. Amy walks right up to him
in his personal space.)
Amy: Dinner?
George: Nightly.
Amy: No
.
George: (joking)
No?
Amy: Friday?
George: Movie?
Amy: Film
George: Seven?
Amy: Eight.
(Amy takes a pen
out of her purse and takes his hand and writes her number on his palm
and gently closes it. George looks at it.)
Amy: (Amy begins
to walk away then turns
) Call me..