Apropos of next to nothing, Julie Gray ran another short scene competition. My entry didn't make the finals, but I've got it, so I should post it. Enjoy, don't, I don't care.
INT. RESTAURANT - DAY
ELLEN and JULIA sit opposite each other. They are both some indeterminate age between 28 and 60 and cut from the same very expensive, finely woven cloth.
Daphne still going on about the election?
Incessantly. You’d think they’d made her Queen of L.A.
I didn’t vote for her.
Me neither. What does she know about teaching, anyway?
Is that what school boards do?
DAPHNE strides in. She’s similar to the others in the way a Faberge egg is like a child’s first Easter Egg. In a smart little bag she carries her CHIHUAHUA. Kiss-hellos.
I’m so glad I caught you two. I need your help with something.
What’s that, darling?
The annual winter carnival is the day after Thanksgiving. Can I count on your help?
I don’t know. Alan usually takes me to Aspen that weekend.
And I’ve got my Pilates class.
Alan said yes, and Evan’s doing a free mat class. Even little Frances Farmer here is coming.
This is why we voted for you!