Advanced Directing Scene Flashcards
GAIL: … So anyway… the squab looks good. What do you think?
LYNETTE: I need to have an affair.
GAIL: Hmm? Did you say something?
LYNETTE: I said, Gail, that I need to have an affair.
GAIL: You don’t mean that.
LYNETTE: Yes I do.
GAIL: An affair?
LYNETTE: Yes.
GAIL: You?
LYNETTE: Uh-huh.
GAIL: But you and Richard-
LYNETTE: I know.
GAIL: Then I don’t understand.
LYNETTE: Neither do I.
GAIL: So basically you’re sitting here telling me for no good reason that you want to—
LYNETTE: Not want. Need. Capital N. The big guns.
GAIL: Why?
LYNETTE: I don’t know. An overwhelming biological necessity for alternate body types. I don’t know.
GAIL: I don’t think this is the place we should be discussing this.
LYNETTE: This is exactly the place. You are exactly the person. Gail. If I don’t sleep with someone other than my husband very soon, I won’t be responsible for myself.
GAIL: Lynette.
LYNETTE: Time bomb. Tick. Tick. Tick.
GAIL: Don’t you think you’re being a little overdramatic?
LYNETTE: No. Tick.
GAIL: Have you met someone?
LYNETTE: No. Although when you get right down to it, everybody’s a candidate.
GAIL: You’re kidding, right? All right, joke’s over, very funny, ha ha, you’re kidding.
LYNETTE: Gail, you don’t know what it’s like. I can’t work. I can’t sleep. All I know is I want a hot roll in the hay. That’s the extent of my cognizant abilities.
GAIL: I think you should try to show a little control.
LYNETTE: Yesterday I looked at a clock. I forgot how to tell time.
GAIL: What are you drinking?
LYNETTE: I’m losing my mind.
GAIL: You certainly are. Richard-
LYNETTE: Is sweet and kind and good, I know. He adapts no matter how crazy I am. “You’re right honey, I’ll be more careful, I’ll try not to let my heels touch the floor in that irritating manner anymore.” I could tell him I want to chuck it all for a sugar cane farm in Borneo and he’d be researching farming techniques and plane fares within the hour.
GAIL: So it seems to me you have nothing to complain about.
LYNETTE: I’m not complaining. But God, if I don’t find someone to sear me to the bones I am going to explode. Little pieces of me flying out my office window and over New York, settling on some old ladies in the park. Explode.
GAIL: I don’t know what to say. You’ve put me in a difficult position. I love Richard.
LYNETTE: I do too.
GAIL: He and George are best friends.
LYNETTE: Like brothers.
GAIL: And you’re my best friend—
LYNETTE: Yes?
GAIL: Yes what?
LYNETTE: I’m your best friend.
GAIL: Yes.
LYNETTE: You’d do anything for me.
GAIL: Of course I would, you know that. What are you driving at?
LYNETTE: Sleep with me.