Lessons I Teach Myself
Lessons I Teach Myself
Hope SPITS into her palm and reaches it toward Mickey.
HOPE: Shake on it?
MIKEY: I'm all about exchanging fluids, but... I'm a bit of an old fashioned guy.
Mickey moves close to Hope and KISSES her. A long loving kiss.
MICKEY: I agree.
HOPE: My GOD.
MICKEY: Told ya he's real.
HOPE: 'He?' Why is it a he?
MICKEY: He. She. It. Doesn't matter. You're here and that all I care about.
HOPE: This is fast.
MICKEY: Yeah. Like lightning from heaven.
HOPE: Lightning can kill you.
MICKEY: And bring you light.
HOPE: But it can kill you.
MICKEY: Sure. It can literally light you up. Like fire.
HOPE: You're not listening. This... is fast. I don't know you. You're a stranger. You could be a killer! A serial killer! Wanted for murders hiding out in the desert.
MICKEY: (laughs) I could.
HOPE: You could!
MICKEY: But I'm not.
I'm really not, Hope.
HOPE: Look, I have...uh... trust issues okay? It's not you, it's me. And I don't mean it like a lie, like they say in television. I mean it for real. I'm not really cut out for... for whatever this could be. Yes you are hot, and a very, VERY good kisser. But let's just leave it as that. I don't know what's going on in your life. But I am... busy. Very busy in my life right now. I don't have time for...
MICKEY: For love?
HOPE: For a... thing.
MICKEY: As you wish.
MICKEY: 'As you wish, princess buttercup.' That's from...
HOPE: Princess bride. Yeah. I know. It's just my favorite movie of all time.
MICKEY: No way. Mine too.
Hope reaches and kisses Mickey again.
HOPE: No! I have to be strong. Could you... why don't you just put a shirt on or something? Cover yourself up, you'd get sunburnt.
Mickey points to the ripped burned shirt on the ground.
HOPE: Oh. Right. Well, when we get into town we'll get you a shirt. And then, yeah, then we'll get you a tow truck so you could come back and take your car...or what's left of it. And I'll be... I'll go off my way.
MICKEY: (To the audience)
That CAN'T be what she wants.
Is that what you want...?
HOPE: Yes. No. Yes. Oh, fuck it.
Hope jumps into Mickey's arms for another KISS.
To be continued...
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